AYEDERO
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 membe...