AYEDERO
Whence the kolanut throw
Todisplay the peace,
It speaks the words
From the mouth of elders.
The kola tices the shrine
Shrine land shrinks
The wine and water.
Taste this taste that
At the square of the tale,
Whence the elders eat kolanut
The young one on throne.
Once the kolanut broke
And throwed in the secred shrines,
A word must be said
As an inspired thoughts of bidding.
In the shrine of peace,
A lot of people sing a song.
The song of the Oracle
Must be mimicked to the market.
In the palace of peace,
The square bear a lot.
Drum beat to the songs of pips.
Dance steps to the trado-trends.
Ayedero of the negro aces,
The pieces of the golden ancestors,
This is a copy of the stories.
Ayedero of the whole races,
Like father like son.
The dust of the precious assets,
Just a star of peace,
See as a member of reflection.
The light to display
And give the real peace in a pilo.
Light the land
The rainbow shows in form.
The star in time and space
Light the night comes to see.
The tales say a peace.
Bring kolanut bring divine.

