DM land of plenty, Africa is our mother genuine Sudanese, bonded by identity a wealth of races, religions, colours & features people of empathy & kindness generosity lives in our souls welcome, our joy is a gathering shared with some good conversation this music touches my heart from here there's no turning back we will build him with devotion with freedom with our dreams every living civilian in peace and satisfaction all the IDP’s & refugee’s returning back to their lands we're all under one great ‘waton’ vast lands without boundaries we'll strive to progress & we'll learn from the past East, West, North, South all of us are brothers we live together as one wherever we are from amplify the rhythm of our lives & sing out its melodies our beloved land we are proud of you Sudan Black Scorpion this is Sudan, land of ‘Zol’ here is the grave of a dictator I’m lucky I’m an African I’m Sudanese leader of African nations teacher of freedom my rightful place in the African Autumn we are the leaders defeating a powerful dictator with our chants and songs we gave the whole world a lesson in peaceful protest our country we will build our nation with education & enlightenment dusting off our minds we play catch up we play ‘rabbaba’ we beat ‘nougara’ & ‘tumba’ with the ‘tumbara’ we come together from all parts & form the circle of a victory dance we say no to war for real we must build from scratch in 1000 ways we will build with love & peace under the melody of music our diversity will make a difference & we won't be divided from the north to the south to the east to the west 2Zee I’m writing with the blood of a martyr I’m looking for the missing searching for the one who disappeared & said farewell to the neighbourhood about how he made a revolution for his country & made history for a generation sick of the injustice they revolted in the face of a dictator they said nostalgia might kill you they said nostalgia is a curse how could I ever immigrate to a strange land? I will fight for your love my country because your love is an instinct even if you bring me more pain ill truly stand by you our country is beautiful for its people its gatherings & conversation just to rest on your sands it gives me comfort oh my country, how I’m battling while your children fled your son died, while these strangers live free oh home of the Nile! your water flows & the people are thirsty we accepted our destiny hoping it will accept us the accusers will be judged I’m sentenced with no crime my only charge was trying to protect your soil the rest is history one I will tell to my grandchildren even if you cut me deeper I will hide the wounds Am Ahmed walks upright in the street a smile in his cheek his grandchildren by his side he tells them of his past & the glory