Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja Buwakurru.
The vision of tomorrow shines, like the mirror on the wall
Cast an image of my people dancing and survival was the law.
The shadows of the clouds move on, race by as I close my eyes
Making shapes of our great ancestors, as the daylight leaves the sky.
Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja Buwakurru.
Sometimes I think we're poor boys here, got no money got no job
And at times when I might turn to drink, I lose my head but then I start to think.
Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja Buwakurru.
Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja Buwakurru.
Going to pick it up
