One day, i will fly to the most beautifull hills
where all will be as green as natural
where the wind will run through my face
in a welcoming hymn just to put me at ease
i will sit in the sand looking to the sky
the one full of stars just near the beach
feeling the breeze and hearing the sound of the lake
as it moves, calling me to embrace it
but i will sit still, waiting to see the dawn
the one that tear the sky apart
calling up a new day,
and if by chance i'm holding ur hand,
we shall name the place GISENYI
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