A song made by PERFECTO CHANDA 🫂🫂🫂
A song made by PERFECTO CHANDA 🫂🫂🫂
(Upbeat trumpet melody)
Yeah, we look toward the horizon
For a better way, for a better day
Listen to the heartbeat of the nation
The sun rises over the Copperbelt plains
People waking up, shaking off the chains
Hakainde is moving with a steady hand
Looking at the future for this promised land
He talks of the economy, he talks of the trade
Building up the foundation that the people have laid
From the busy markets to the rural soil
He honors the sweat and the honest toil
Thirteenth of August, we make the choice
Give the people power, give the nation a voice
Vote for the vision, vote for the plan
It's time to build with Hakainde Hichilema, man
A better Zambia, rising up high
Underneath the blue of our open sky
He understands the struggle of the working man
Carrying the weight as much as he can
With education for the children, free and bright
Turning every shadow into morning light
He doesn't promise miracles, he promises work
No room for the shadows where the failures lurk
Focus on the resources, focus on the yield
For every single citizen in every single field
Thirteenth of August, we make the choice
Give the people power, give the nation a voice
Vote for the vision, vote for the plan
It's time to build with Hakainde Hichilema, man
A better Zambia, rising up high
Underneath the blue of our open sky
It’s not just a ballot, it’s a path we choose
We’ve got everything to gain, nothing to lose
United in purpose, standing side by side
With honesty and progress as our only guide
So when you wake up on that August morn
A new day of hope is finally born
Think of the harvest, think of the grain
Think of the peace that follows the rain
He’s a man of action, he’s a man of truth
Leading the elders and guiding the youth
Let’s move together, let’s make it real
With a steady heart and a patriotic zeal
Thirteenth of August, we make the choice
Give the people power, give the nation a voice
Vote for the vision, vote for the plan
It's time to build with Hakainde Hichilema, man
A better Zambia, rising up high
Underneath the blue of our open sky
August thirteenth, mark the date
Securing our future, deciding our fate
For the people, for the land
Hakainde is the man
(Music fades out with warm brass and steady percussion)