DESCRIPTION:
DOWNLOAD: https://imidiwan.bandcamp.com/album/hna-kho-t
SITE: http://www.radiotamashek.com/imidiwan/
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/imidiwanMusic/

CREDITS:
Produced by Imidiwan featuring Chullage & Zal Sissokho
Backing Vocals by Catarina dos Santos
Video Direction and Concept - Beat Laden
Visual effects and animation - Nicografismo
Camera - Chullage, Beat Laden, Manuel Lino, Emanuel do Carmo, Daniel Ferreira, Indira Andrade, Catarina dos Santos.
Live performance recorded at Club B-Leza, Lisbon


LETRA:

Antis
Des strangula Tera Mama
Nu ka era imigrantis
Nu era viajantis
Distintus, Komersiantis
Rikus, navegantis
Dja nu baba Amerka, Asia
Pininsula Ibérica antis/
Dja nu andaba xeiu di oro na kamelo ku elefantis/
Yorubas, Songays, Aksias, Ghanas
Ashantis/
Dja nu tinha Arkitetu arti, sientistas brilhantis/
ki ti oxi Eropa na sis faxada, museus e estantis/
Antis/

Gosi es ta txomanu imigrantis
Divulganu como erantis
Ki ta naufraga na costa
Na situason desesperanti
Es ta fla ma nu fugi di guera, fomi, e maus governantis
Ma ka ta fla kes kit a banca, guera, fomi, maus governantis
Garantis kes ta manti ta tranu ouro, petróleo, cultura e diamantis
Nobu partilha di Afrika
Sa ta dekori sima antis
Enkuantu milion di afrikanu sa ta mori sima antis
Buska um bida, sai ta kori
Tras di kel ki nu tinha antis

Oxi es ta odjanu komo prigo
Di veu e turbantes
Oxi es ta txomanu dilinkuentis,
E trafikantis
Ou enton es krenu atletas, Kantores
Komediantis
Ou ta argui sis kasa e ta kusia
Na sis restaurantis
Sis edukason ta mostranu pikenu
Na meio di sis gigantis
Ku autoridades ta ponu dianti
Exploradu, oprimdo
Na kondison digradanti, humilhanti
Ma Luz di nha storia ta prometen
Dias mas sintilantis

Griot ku nha kora
Kori mundu ta konta storia d’otu hora
Griot ku nha kora
Kori mundu ta konta storia d'agora

Djan baba djan binha
Djan binha djan baba – dixan flau
Djan enxinaba prendeba
Prendeba enxinaba - tudo kau
Djan lebaba trazeba
Trazeba lebaba – dixan flau
Djan daba recebeba
Receba djan daba

A mim n tora mundu
Ti kim poi mundu ta tora
A mim sim ka tora mundu
Inton Mundu dja ka ta tora
A mim n labora mundu
Ti kim poi mundu ta labora
A mim si ka labora mundu
Mundu ka ta labora

Ma si me n ta atxa barera
Ta parado na fronteira
Sta mal parado na kartera
N ka ten txon ka tem bandera

Mundo ka di bo
Mundu ka di Meu
Si mundu e di bo
Inton Mundu e di meu
Ma so ki mundu ka di bo
E mundu e ka di Meu
Mundu e di oludumare
Ki fulhanu la di seu


LYRICS:

Before,

They choke the Mother Earth
We were not immigrants
We were travelers
Distinct merchants
Wealthy sailors
We had already gone to America, Asia
Iberian Peninsula, before
We had already been walking in our camels and elephants, full of gold
Yorubas, Songays, Aksias, Ghanas, Ashantis
We already had architects, art, brilliant scientists
That today Europe keep them closed in museums and shelves
Before

Now they call us Immigrants
Describe us as wanderers
That shipwrecks on the coast
In desperate situations
They say we flee from wars, famines and bad rulers
But they do not say that they are the ones who generate wars, famine and bad rulers
You make sure
That they continue to rob us of oil, culture and diamonds
A new Africa Sharing happens as before
While millions of Africans still die as before
Or seek a new life in the world outside
Behind what we had before

And today they see us as the danger of veils and turbans
Today they call us delinquents and traffickers
Or they just want us to be athletes, singers and comedians
Or that we build their houses and cook in their restaurants
Their education make us small
In the midst of their giants
With the authorities chasing us
Explored oppressed
In degrading, humiliating conditions
But the light of my story promises me sparkling days

Griot with my Kora
I travel the world to tell stories of distant past
Griot with my Kora
I travel the world to tell stories from now

CHORUS
I went, returned
Returned and went
Already taught, learned
Learned and taught
Already took, brought
Brought and took
Already gave, received
Received, gave

I... I moved through the world
Until i made the world spin
I... If i don´t move through the world
Then the world stops spinning
I... I worked for the world
Until i made the world work
And if i do not work for the world
Then the world can not function

But i still encounter barriers
I´m stopped at the borders
I have a empty wallet
I have no ground or flags

The world is not yours! The world is not mine!
And if the world is yours, then it is mine too!
But the world is not yours
And the world is not mine
The world belongs to Orunmila
Who threw us down from Heaven