nah look back, My madda nah go hungry, full stop. [Hook: x2] Ehhh Ehhh Ehh A di song dis, Ehh Ehh Ehhh Ehhh A di song dis, Ehh Ehh Ehhh Bramma bomb
The longing is a pain A heavy pressure on my chest It rarely leaves My day becomes a quest To try not to think about her And all that she brings Forget
Vertaling: Nagtelike Rites. Speel vir my 'n lied van lente in die begraafplaas hekke.
