In the cool of the morning in Gitega
I can almost forget
That paradise
Can kill me

In the cool of the morning in Gitega
I can wish walk
The blue washed hills
Soul free

In the cool of the morning in Gitega
I hear the song
Of Firstmother
Calling my true name

In the cool of the morning in Gitega
I walk in the footsteps
Of Firstfather
Naming all that I see

In the cool of the morning in Gitega
Dangerous beauty
Calls for care
Touch is perilous