[male
vocals] (
Aweee...
Chayenkuwo!) (
Aweee...
Ukusefya
pa
Butala!)
We
are
here,
the
harvest
is
plentiful
Gather
round,
the
master
of
the
granary
has
arrived
Let
the
celebration
begin,
join
the
dance
This
is
our
day,
our
tradition,
our
joy
We
celebrate
at
the
granary,
singing
and
laughing
Children
and
elders,
we
are
all
uplifted
today
The
master
of
the
granary
is
finally
here
The
people
are
cheering,
shouting
with
delight
Chayenkuwo,
our
leader,
we
see
you
in
peace
This
is
the
season
of
plenty,
the
time
of
the
yield
We
put
aside
our
burdens,
we
embrace
the
rhythm
Every
soul
is
vibrant,
dancing
under
the
sun
We
celebrate
at
the
granary,
oh
mother
We
are
not
just
observers,
we
are
the
joy
The
master
of
the
granary
has
arrived
Rejoice
and
be
glad,
everyone
join
in
Aweee,
Chayenkuwo!
Aweee,
the
granary
is
full!
Where
all
the
varied
foods
are
gathered
together
Sweet
potatoes,
rice,
and
toasted
peanuts
too
Pumpkins
and
millet,
bananas
and
golden
corn
A
table
of
abundance,
a
feast
for
the
people
Bupe
Malia
leads
the
rhythm,
move
to
the
sound
Feel
the
pulse
of
the
earth
in
every
steady
beat
It
is
a
neutral
grace,
a
balanced
way
of
life
Connecting
the
harvest
to
the
hearts
of
the
crowd
We
celebrate
at
the
granary,
oh
mother
We
are
not
just
observers,
we
are
the
joy
The
master
of
the
granary
has
arrived
Rejoice
and
be
glad,
everyone
join
in
Aweee,
Chayenkuwo!
Aweee,
the
granary
is
full!
Peace
flows
like
water
through
the
field
Steady
steps
keep
the
harmony
alive
No
rush,
just
the
feeling
of
the
harvest
home
Bupe
Malia
brings
us
into
the
light
Everything
is
aligned,
everything
is
calm
Look
at
the
baskets
piled
high
with
the
grain
Hard
work
has
turned
into
this
sweet
celebration
We
share
in
the
bounty,
we
share
in
the
love
From
the
fields
to
the
floor,
the
rhythm
stays
true
It
is
a
smooth
path
we
walk
together
tonight
Under
the
open
sky,
we
honor
the
roots
We
celebrate
at
the
granary,
oh
mother
We
are
not
just
observers,
we
are
the
joy
The
master
of
the
granary
has
arrived
Rejoice
and
be
glad,
everyone
join
in
Aweee,
Chayenkuwo!
Aweee,
the
granary
is
full!
The
feast
is
set,
the
music
fades
to
gold
We
remember
this
day,
we
carry
the
warmth
Chayenkuwo,
the
granary
remains
our
home
Peace
to
all,
the
celebration
continues (
Aweee...
Ukusefya
pa
Butala...) (
Aweee...)