كلمات الاغنية

I arose to the familiar sounds of Drums,
The beats seem as familiar to my ears, as the voice of my aged grandmother.
The sounds of drums that runs our hearts to the art of creativity.
My heart wonders by taking the part of donkey years of Jubilee,
When the date of fourteen kingdoms Ruled by the bravest of kings Were decided by the beats of Ajana's drums.
Ajana, The very gifted Drummer from Akusan,
At the first beat of His Drum; Kingdoms go to war,
At the continual beat of the drum Warriors forget their guns,
They throw away their Arrows, They suspend the spears
sparing eachother by dancing to the melodious tunes
From the gifted Drummer of Akusan.
He was a king to many kings,
For they bowed at his feet
When their strengths were exhumed by the rigourousity of the dance they danced.
In truth, Ajana's Drums were super-melodious,
The crown he wore were the chants from the majority of the people who supposedly loved Ajana home and abroad.
The wealth he rode were the horses of praises, He slept on the silver daises of hope,
So he went down the slope and was bitten by the pride he adopted in the road which he strode.
Ajana found his way into the jungle,
Jingling himself with emblems of being paranoid,
For He thought He was way too big to live amongst men,
Now Ajana plays the drums for wild beasts in the evil forest,
The rhythms of the melodious, intriguing, dance provoking drumbeats Pulls strings for terrestrial and aquatic animals,
Including the very birds of the air.
Ajana has become a companion to the pig,
For he scratches the ground and feeds on the sands that are found at the edge of the his fingers,
This same diet lingers for his band.
Ajana's neatly packed dreads beautified by cowries which hangs like hullos on their roots that signifies the wealth of the sons of the Oracles have now become the home of lice and flies
Because Ajana feels bigger than the glamour of fashion,
His eyes are now blind to the cares embedded in the vanity of humanity,
He sees brotherhood in the jungle,
He envies the normalcy of animality,
Ajana says that he sees what no human can see,
That the voice of the drums are the roadmaps to connecting men and nature.