[female vocals] Oh,
Hermès,
my
son,
my
pride.
My
heart
sings
for
the
home
you
built.
You
stood
with
blueprints
in
your
steady
hand,
Measuring
dreams
across
this
stretch
of
land.
Brick
by
brick,
you
turned
a
thought
to
stone,
A
sanctuary
where
my
love
is
grown.
Through
the
heat
of
the
sun
and
the
cooling
rain,
You
carved
out
a
shelter
to
ease
every
pain.
Oh,
Hermès,
Hermès,
my
architect,
You
built
me
a
kingdom
with
such
deep
respect.
My
son,
my
jewel,
in
this
house
I
stand,
Crafted
by
the
wisdom
of
your
gifted
hand.
Bolingo,
my
son,
my
pride
and
my
grace,
You
gave
me
a
home
in
this
beautiful
place.
I
watch
the
shadows
dance
upon
the
wall,
I
hear
your
footsteps
echoing
in
the
hall.
It
isn't
just
mortar,
it
isn't
just
pine,
It’
s
the
soul
of
your
labor,
forever
is
mine.
Nakuzobi,
you
are
the
builder
of
light,
Keeping
my
world
so
safe
and
so
bright.
Oh,
Hermès,
Hermès,
my
architect,
You
built
me
a
kingdom
with
such
deep
respect.
My
son,
my
jewel,
in
this
house
I
stand,
Crafted
by
the
wisdom
of
your
gifted
hand.
Bolingo,
my
son,
my
pride
and
my
grace,
You
gave
me
a
home
in
this
beautiful
place.
Ah
ooh,
the
design
is
perfection,
A
mirror
of
your
kind
affection.
Kinshasa
chérie,
hear
my
song,
For
the
place
where
I
finally
belong.
When
the
wind
blows
outside
and
the
evening
is
near,
I
sit
by
the
window
and
shed
a
soft
tear.
For
the
man
that
you
are,
for
the
love
that
you
gave,
The
finest
of
foundations,
the
heart
of
the
brave.
You
are
my
master
builder,
my
heart's
own
design,
I
thank
the
heavens
that
you
are
mine.
Oh,
Hermès,
Hermès,
my
architect,
You
built
me
a
kingdom
with
such
deep
respect.
My
son,
my
jewel,
in
this
house
I
stand,
Crafted
by
the
wisdom
of
your
gifted
hand.
Bolingo,
my
son,
my
pride
and
my
grace,
You
gave
me
a
home
in
this
beautiful
place.
Hermès,
my
architect,
my
son.
Our
journey
is
beautiful,
the
work
is
done.
Bolingo,
my
love.
Kinshasa
chérie.