Somewhere Sabga

Somewhere Sabga It lights the lamp with the fist of thunder brightens and glows like magic power And beyond rise the land of the stretching planes in a geographical mulatto of landscape hiding and speaking for Ngoketunja To call you Borroro is not out of topic as you rise and fall with cattle and horses Sanctified with falls every hill to you is a goddess falling so well in beauty and slogan Sabga, somewhere you are.