[male vocals] Aweee...
Chayenkuwo!
Aweee...
Ukusefya
pa
Butala!
We
celebrate
at
the
grain
store,
mother!
We
are
not
just
playing
around
here!
The
owner
of
the
grain
store
has
arrived,
be
happy!
We
celebrate
at
the
grain
store,
singing
and
rejoicing,
The
children
and
the
elders,
we
are
all
transformed.
The
owner
of
the
grain
store
has
arrived,
the
people
are
cheering,
Our
Chayenkuwo,
we
see
you
in
peace
today.
We
gather
our
strength
under
the
open
sky,
With
spirits
lifted
high
as
the
sun
goes
by,
Bupe
Malia
leads
the
way
in
the
dance,
Giving
every
single
heart
a
brand
new
chance.
We
celebrate
at
the
grain
store,
mother,
We
are
not
just
playing
around
here!
The
owner
of
the
grain
store
has
arrived,
Be
happy
everyone!
Aweee
Chayenkuwo!
Aweee
Butala!
In
this
place
where
the
harvest
meets
the
spirit,
Different
kinds
of
food,
you
can
really
hear
it.
Sweet
potatoes
and
rice,
peanuts
and
pumpkin,
Finger
millet
and
bananas,
the
rhythm
is
jumping.
Corn
is
gathered
high
in
the
stacks
of
gold,
Stories
of
the
harvest
are
being
told.
Bupe
Malia
brings
the
pride
of
the
land,
Walking
with
a
blessing
in
the
palm
of
her
hand.
We
celebrate
at
the
grain
store,
mother,
We
are
not
just
playing
around
here!
The
owner
of
the
grain
store
has
arrived,
Be
happy
everyone!
Aweee
Chayenkuwo!
Aweee
Butala!
From
the
fields
to
the
floor,
the
energy
flows,
In
the
heart
of
the
village,
the
legacy
grows.
No
heavy
burdens,
just
the
rhythm
of
grace,
Light
in
the
eyes
and
a
smile
on
every
face.
We
are
building
the
future
with
seeds
in
the
ground,
Let
the
joy
of
the
harvest
continue
to
resound.
We
celebrate
at
the
grain
store,
mother,
We
are
not
just
playing
around
here!
The
owner
of
the
grain
store
has
arrived,
Be
happy
everyone!
Aweee
Chayenkuwo!
Aweee
Butala!
Chayenkuwo,
the
grain
is
full,
Peace
and
harvest,
the
beautiful
pull.
Bupe
Malia,
we
dance
in
your
light,
Everything
is
peaceful,
everything
is
bright.
Ukusefya
pa
Butala,
keep
the
fire
burning,
To
the
rhythm
of
the
earth,
our
hearts
are
turning.
Aweee...
Aweee...