When Spring rain falls and flowers bloom lambs are born,
and when I see those sweet babies I cannot be forlorn.
My friend has a farm and I go to visit a cute little lamb,
he is so sweet and curious- I have named him Tam-Tam.
When I call his name he pokes his head out of the barn.
we play and I stroke his coat already soft as spun yarn.
I love watching the "gang" leaping in the pasture green,
it is such a soothing, delightful and beautiful serene scene.
These adorable lambs will never, ever become lamb chops,
they will stay with the herd or go to other farms as swaps.
But my friend assures me that Tam-Tam will always stay,
and that makes me so happy for I can see him any day.
I can watch my Tam-Tam and his "gang" grow up strong,
then, watch them being shorn when their coats get long.
And when Tam-Tam is grown and father to a few lamb,
I will select one special cute one and call him Bam-Bam !
Our tam tams are vibrating
to the rhythm of the hunt.
Mighty bear is in the forest
showing his angst.
His claws are large
as the tips of our spears.
His teeth are as tips of arrows,
which fly to his fur.
Tam Tams are playing,
wounded bear is roaring.
Man outsmarts him with his tomahawk,
but no one conquers the circle of life.
Au cœur de l’Afrique
Parlent les chutes d’eau
Comme les paroles de nos ancêtres.
Aux rythmes de nos tam-tam
T'els sont les rythmes du songs,
Qui font chanter et danser la nature,
Aux pas de nos danses,
T'els sont les pas de danse de la nature
Qui font pousser les grains de chez nous,
Aux goûts de ces grains
T'el est le goût du couscous
Qui fait notre joie et bonheur,
Ainsi parle la nature
Ainsi va la vie
Ainsi chante la nature.
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