That skin where sticks thump
Where rhythm is heated
Where festivity is centered
Where smiles are aroused
Which turns the female waist
Which make the heart drunk with pleasure
Drums – Even the words
You speak woe all women alike
Breaks all ethnic difference
Makes a day to be remembered
Drums is life to a dancer
Health to the age numbered
Love to the broken hearted
Food to the hungry wanderer
Drum – I wish I could be you
So that at my words ladies would swirl their waist
At my whispers smiles would come
At my shouts the world would gather
Not for anger
But for love
Each day I seek one thing
In this world of boredom
I wish to be a beautiful drum.
