Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leroy Johnson
Vocals
Chloe Nunkeri-Iowana Quayle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leroy Johnson
Lyrics
Chloe Nunkeri-Iowana Quayle
Lyrics
Jacob Turier
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaytee Hazard
Producer
Tom Garnett
Mixing Engineer
jayteehazard
Producer
Lyrics
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Ngamaka birum galadu (mother she is now crying)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Ngamaka birum galadu (mother she is now crying)
Ngamaka birum galadu (mother she is now crying)
VERSE 1 -
I just wanna grow old,
Be on my country,
One with my mother,
Feel her above me,
Sun in my face while the riverbed hugs me
But without our mother than we all have nothing,
Can’t even fathom the way they mistreat her,
Leave her with nothing and suck dry our river,
This is the world that we leave for our children?
A place left for ruins cause leaders don’t listen, I’m sick of us preaching they killing our motherland!
Best believe she got that upper hand!
You hurt her she’ll reset herself again, her biggest mistake was ever creating man.
And this is what they’ve done to her…
Is it too late to fix?
Maybe it’s time that they listen to old way cause old way is the way she’s safe for our kids
CHORUS
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Ngamaka birum galadu (mother she is now crying)
VERSE 2 -
She is sacred my Ngamaka
For thousands of years protected us,
I wanna stand tall and at one with my mother
But wheres the respect when they keep taking from her?!
Where’s all the love and the depth and the honour
For land that you live on, they’ve broken the promise
This land of the lucky? Nah land of the mines
Destroying our country in-front of your eyes and you stuck staying blind
Stuck being quiet to the facts that the futures now dim for our kids
Yea Greed rules the world but I got a question? where do you go when there’s no where to dig ?
They poised our waters they’re killing our brim
theyll go suck dry our land till there’s nothing to give
So as Long as them cuddy farms are in biz,
My people We’ll have nothing left for our kin,
They don’t get it tho
Culpi nguku pukali (fresh water now rotten)
Culpi nguku pukali (fresh water now rotten)
Culpi nguku pukali (fresh water now rotten)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Nhaampa Buka (bony bream dead)
Written by: Chloe Nunkeri-Iowana Quayle, Jacob Turier, Leroy Johnson