[female
vocals] (
Aweh)
Listen
close
to
the
rhythm
of
the
soil (
Sharp
sharp)
Early
morning
in
the
Copperbelt
dust
We
trading
our
sweat
for
a
crust
of
bread
But
the
promise
of
progress
is
losing
its
trust
While
silence
is
heavy
inside
of
our
heads
The
air
is
cooling
but
the
tension
is
hot
We
speak
our
truth
but
the
signals
are
jammed
Forgot
the
heartbeat
of
the
land
that
we
got
Just
another
day
in
the
life
of
the
damned
Oh,
the
cry
of
the
motherland
rising
tonight
Where
the
voice
of
the
people
is
kept
out
of
sight
Miners
in
the
tunnel,
we
hold
up
the
floor
But
they
closing
the
windows
and
locking
the
door
Yeah,
the
cry
of
the
motherland,
hear
how
it
weaves
Through
the
workers
who
struggle,
the
heart
that
still
grieves (
Yebo,
eish)
Civil
servants
they
eating
the
cream
from
the
top
While
the
private
sector
is
scraping
the
plate
We
tell
them
the
suffering
never
will
stop
If
you
leave
all
the
builders
alone
to
their
fate
Freedom
of
speech
is
a
ghost
in
the
street
They
watching
the
shadows,
they
counting
the
words
But
the
rhythm
of
progress
is
under
our
feet
And
the
song
of
the
struggle
is
finally
heard
Oh,
the
cry
of
the
motherland
rising
tonight
Where
the
voice
of
the
people
is
kept
out
of
sight
Miners
in
the
tunnel,
we
hold
up
the
floor
But
they
closing
the
windows
and
locking
the
door
Yeah,
the
cry
of
the
motherland,
hear
how
it
weaves
Through
the
workers
who
struggle,
the
heart
that
still
grieves (
Aweh,
let's
go)
Can
you
feel
the
vibration? (
Asambe)
Can
you
hear
the
rotation? (
Sharp
sharp)
The
economy
flows
through
the
hands
of
the
brave
Not
the
ones
who
are
hiding
inside
of
the
cave
We
speak
for
the
people,
we
speak
for
the
light
Even
if
they
try
to
switch
off
the
night
So
keep
on
digging,
keep
holding
the
line
Our
value
is
greater
than
policies
made
We
turning
the
struggle
to
something
divine
In
the
spirit
of
brothers
and
sisters
who
stayed
Zambia
rising,
we
breaking
the
wall
With
a
log
drum
pulse
that
is
shaking
the
ground
They
might
try
to
silence
but
we
standing
tall
With
a
truth
that
is
waiting
for
all
to
be
found
Oh,
the
cry
of
the
motherland
rising
tonight
Where
the
voice
of
the
people
is
kept
out
of
sight
Miners
in
the
tunnel,
we
hold
up
the
floor
But
they
closing
the
windows
and
locking
the
door
Yeah,
the
cry
of
the
motherland,
hear
how
it
weaves
Through
the
workers
who
struggle,
the
heart
that
still
grieves
Listen
to
the
heartbeat
Yeah,
we
still
standing
Motherland,
we
hear
you (
Aweh,
sharp
sharp)
We
rise.