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Bamana lyrics

Djama ay na tulɔn kɛ

Yan’anka sanni baro du ma ye

A ye Djama

Kara diyanye bow

Sɔn t’aw la cheri tɛgɛrɛ ni

 

Ne ba dɔnkɔ ye laidu kumma ye

A dɔnkɔ ko

Cɛbakorow  dɔnkɔ ye laidu kumma ye

A dɔnkɔ ko

Artistew dɔnkɔ ye danaya mɔgɔ ye

A dɔnkɔ ko

Senekelaw dɔnkɔ ye baloba mara ye

 

Djama ay na tulɔn kɛ

Yan’anka sanni baro du ma ye

A ye Djama

English translation

My people don’t forget to have a good time

Before we lose ourselves in anxiety

For those whose presence uplifts all,

For those of character,

For me (Karasho), clap your hands!

 

To each, their own

To my mother, her upright speech

To the elders, their wisdom

To the artists, their truthfulness

To the farmer, their crops

 

My people don’t forget to have a good time

Before we lose ourselves in anxiety

For those whose presence uplifts all,

For those of character,

For me (Karasho), clap your hands!

Bamana lyrics

Musɔ kɛlɛn sɔrɔla

Dɛn ko gɛlɛyara o ma

Muso ka wele bɔ

Ka taa se yassa so ma

O Kan sɔn dɛn kɛlɛnna

Kalo kɛlɛn kalo fila

Musɔ ye Kono taa

A ma yassa don

 

Dondo tileganfɛ sa

Dɛn ke ye dabaa taa

o na daba da

yassa binna a kan

sumaya l’en a

jo ka jolɛn na

a nugu y’en dimina sa

k’ale be dilan no

O baarake saya furɛ di

Musɔ ka wele bɔ

ka taa se kɔlɔndalaw ma

Kui kɔlɔnda musɔ kui

English translation

Once there was a women

Who could not conceive.

She got up

And went to see Maribayassa

So he could give her a child.

One months, two months,

She became pregnant,

But she never danced the Maribayassa dance

 

One day her son

Grabbed a hoe, and headed out to the fields

but on his way, Maribayassa fell upon him

He got sick

He got Malaria

His intestines started hurting

Pretty soon, he was on death’s door

And then, he passed

His mother got up

And went to see the fortune teller

“Oh fortune teller”, she said

“Tell me what happened to my son!”