Where Houses Sing and Dance

Where houses sing and dance Come to my city and see Houses sing and dance in festivals Buildings dance Ndobolo*, twisty Bumping in style and singing reggae Clapping hands in joyful rhythm And whistling with the winds All day and all night In every hill and valley Come to my city and see Houses waking up every morning Without washing faces and legs Without brushing their teeth But enjoying the kiss of pure sewerage Whenever tears roll from above And crazily snake to destiny Yes, here houses wave good bye to the world As they gallop to work-places Come to my city and see Swarms of beetles, tortoises, buffaloes In a cold war, crawling side by side Spying suspiciously on one another For espionage and sabotage As they trap and get trapped All day and all night In this city of many questions Hearts whisper messages of wonder The rain that falls sweeps aside hope Whirlwinds that blow confirms the chaos Every sunrise the story is the same Here in this city of many hills Where houses sing, whistle And dance Ndobolo *Ndobolo is a famous Congolese dance