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ZAWA IBA
Candles burn, the incense smoke
Is dancing gently through the room
Come, come! Cannot wait
Until we’re holding in our arms
Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe
Come, come, let the drop of water that is you
become a hundred seas
The ocean becomes the drop of water too
Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe
In the language of my heart
I hear the caller calling
„Come, come, come!“
My heart is dancing, my soul is falling
Falling into the lovers arms
mmh
Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe
Candles burn, the incense smoke
Is dancing gently through the room
Here, here we are
Listening to the sound of one hand clapping
Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe
I bit you come to rejoice
Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe
Verena Bruckner
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