Boy from the Hills

Ayy, yeah

I am born naked, I am born bare

Flakes from a rock, I'm a piece that we share

Drop of a blood from the heads of a spear

This is my statement, I am very rare

Boy from the hills, comin' out like Jumanji

Sound from the trees, makin' waves like tsunami

Raised from the seeds that was sown by my aunties

Grew from the soil that was stained by the armies

Roots of my past firmly holds to a gory

Still being bold, marchin' on like I'm Gandhi

The beat banging on like a war-drum, so strong

Ready for whatever, I'ma prove it 'cause I'm on one

Son of a hunter, I go hard like a strong rum

Land of the bamboos and the mountain is where I'm from

Oho, oho

Oh, lo lo sielhouü, n nuo pfü par

Setsümia ki kha

Meho shü nu shie, meho puo dzüzei

Oh eyo we ho

Oho, oho

Oh eyo eyo eyo eyo we ho eyo eyo we ho

Oho, oho, oh

There were bombs goin' off, there were houses being burnt

The whole family had to hide in the forest

It wasn't even safe when the baby was born

Mama had to feed her when the rain starts pourin'

The whole year harvest, went to the soldiers

The Japanese troops made camps and took over

On a meagre meal, they were forced to survive

All of their supplies were eaten out and dined

She never really knew how the outside was

Young and so fragile, she would get lost

My grandma told me stories how she ran away from home

Shooked by the war, seein' people on a horse

These stories lives on through, the tales in the night

She would put me to sleep singing this lullaby

Oho, oho

O Nganuo kra hie, thenu nie rübei

O u kinu ba, u panuo kechü

O telhe modi, sievo mia ra lhou

O latsa u nuo, latsa mia phou chü

O zotatuo mu, u nuo ruo hielo

Oho, oho

Oh eyo eyo eyo eyo we ho eyo eyo we ho

Oho, oho, oho