04 MOCHO Lyrics

Ndere ya Mokaisɛ

Oje oje bariyo waaa

Oje oje aikondo bariyooo waaa

Kumba ni ngomo

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Minya ma mbusa,

Omo kaisɛ bemɛɗi ba moɗema iŋa

Wa nɔngɔ ɗina iɗa ɗi bakɛɗɛ na ba njengi.

Minya ma mbusa,

Omo kusa mabuse ima na bangambo

Wa samboɗɛ mbonjo eya na ba imɔ.

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

O tete ya bakonja ibasu,

Omo tɛmɛnɛ miango ma bekɔkisɛ iba;

Ose kɔngɛɗɛ ndere ya mbota eya.

Minya ma mbusa,

Omo yɔɗisɛ mbua o masoso ima

Wa bukisɛ nja o mea ma bana iba.

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Minya ma boso ma mafɔ,

Osi banyisɛ ɗoba o mbus' a beɗɛmu ibabɛ;

O tuti boso o nyoɗ' a isɔ inɛnɛ.

Minya mani ma boso,

O wɔɗisɛ maboɗa imabɛ ma bobe

O nyoɗ' a mba ifɛ na ma kenja.

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

W' akofi ŋeka asa bokaka ndiba bɔngɔ!

Nama kondama o mbɔkɔ ya baniongo,

Oma sɔɗɔ o beyongo ba ituka iyabɛ.

Minya ma boso ma mafɔ,

Bonam boma timba ɗi namisɛ mba;

Osi tɔkɔni ɗotɔkɔ o mekanjo.

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Obaseaboli Akora winda

Obaseaboli

Obaseaboli Akora winda

Obaseaboli

Obaseaboli Akora winda

Obaseaboli Akora Tete winda

Obaseaboli Akora Tete winda

Obaseaboli Akora winda

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh

Ndere ya mokaise

Iyingokori

Ndere ya mokaise

Dialect translation

In days past,

You judged the thoughts of my heart

And took my name onto the altar of the jealous.

In days past,

You harvested the wrongs of my past with the wicked

And dimmed the shine of my face in the presence of the good.

In the midst of the children of our land,

You stood witness to my persecution

And gave no thought to the plight of my offspring.

In days past,

You caused it to rain upon my fireplace

And made the famine last in the bowels of my son.