Текст и перевод песни Butera Knowless - Mwungeri

Mwungeri

Twabyirukanye nk'impanga twaruhanye uwakavuna
Ntacyari icyawe ntakitwaga icyanjye none dore
Uranyigaritse

Iminsi myiza y'ubuto bwacu
Abatuzi batwita utunyoni twiza
Kubw'urukundo twari tuje
Yacaga amarenga y'urudasaza
Abatubonye mu ma byiruka
Birangora ku bumvisha
Ko burya namennye mpinga
Ijoro rijigije
Umunsi urwacu rubaye impamo
Rugira akatwambika n'uruyanjye
Tukagira abana ibitsina byombi
Tugatera intambwe izira gutsikira
Sinarinziko burya wasohoka urwawe
Ugakurikira indoro n'ikimero cya bato

Mwungeri wee

Twabyirukanye nk'impanga twaruhanye uwakavuna

Ntacyari icyawe ntakitwaga icyanjye none dore
Uranyigaritse

Twarahiriwe n'butunzi amata iwacu avuna imitozo
Gusa ariko amahoro turayarumbya nari karabo keza
Nyuma unyita amazina azinura
Ntibiteye kabiri inkoni irarisha uko imyaka ishize
Ndetse n'indi igataha ntegereza rwego ngo uhinduke umwezi
Ikibunda kiranga kiba igitazi
Naroye hirya mpabura impamba

Numva induru inyuhura impinda
Impunza kumva amajwi y'impunda ahanitse
Kandi nitwa rugori rwera
Twabyirukanye nk'impanga twaruhanye uwakavuna
Ntacyari icyawe ntakitwaga icyanjye none dore
Uranyigaritse

Mwungeri

We were separated like grass that has been harvested
Nothing is yours, nothing is called mine, now see
You have taken it for yourself

The good days of our youth
People who know us call us beautiful birds
For the love we had come
It broke the spears of the fence
Those who saw us in our youth
It's hard for them to believe
That I have already lost strength
The night has broken
Our day has become a misfortune
Take my blanket and your blanket
And we will have children of both sexes
Let's walk a step that is not going down
I did not think that you would come out of yours
And follow the nature and character of the youth

Mwungeri,

We were separated like grass that has been harvested

Nothing is yours, nothing is called mine, now see
You have taken it for yourself

We were blessed with wealth our cows produce milk
But the peace we were praising was my dear prize
Now you call me abusive names
It does not matter the stick disciplines as the years pass
And even the other that is new waiting for it to become a moon
This depression will turn into a valley
I've been pierced, I'm looking for cotton wool

I hear the cow sniffing at the calf
The goat to hear the donkey's voice neighing
And I am called a real fool
We were separated like grass that has been harvested
Nothing is yours, nothing is called mine, now see
You have taken it for yourself