Ba mi dele,
Walk home with me,
For the people say that you bring with you charm and warmth,
And roses planted by the stream of abundant love.
Ba mi wole,
Spread your rigid back against the tenderness of my cushions,
And listen to the walls of your insecurities crumble,
Allow me to help you attain faith.
Ba mi gbélé,
Bring our wealth in twos,
Our joy and our children too,
Feed me honey, feed me wealth,
Feed me honey mixed in wealth.
Let us live,
Let it be beautiful, and let it be now.
For in tomorrow, there are naked dancers, hitting the drums of uncertainty.