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MOKOLO NAKOKUFA – SAM MANGWANA

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(chorus) Mokolo nakokufa

Mokolo ya liwa

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Mokolo mosusu ngai nakanisi

Naloti lokola ngai nakolala

Aa mama aa Mokolo ya liwa

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Mokolo nakokufa nani akolela ngai?

Nakoyeba te

Tika namilela

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Liwa ya nzamba soki mpe liwa ya mai

Liwa ya nkisi soki mpe liwa ya mpasi mama

Mokolo ya liwa, mama

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Mokolo nakokufa, ngai moto ya mbongo

Nakanisa nini kaka mosolo o?

Nakanisa lopango na bakaminyo

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Nakanisa bana ngai natinda kelasi koyekola

Mokolo ya liwa, mama

Mokolo nakokufa, ngai moto ya pauvre

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Nakanisa nini kaka bana na ngai?

Nakanisa kaka mpasi ya mokili ezali kotikala

Mokolo Nakokufa

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Mokolo nakokufa ngai moto ya kwiti

Nakanisa kopo ya masanga na ngai

Nakanisa nini kaka suka ya sanza

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Tango namelaka ngai na baninga

Aa mama, mokolo ya liwa

Mokolo nakokufa nani akolela ngai?

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Nakoyeba te

Tika namilela

Liwa ya nzamba soki mpe liwa ya mai

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Liwa ya nkisi soki mpe liwa ya mpasi mama

Aa mama, mokolo ya liwa.

(spoken) Liwa, elombe ayaka nayo centre na la vie

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(spoken) Tabu, O Maloba

Mokolo nakokufa ngai moto ya kwiti

Nakanisa kopo ya masanga na ngai

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Nakanisa nini kaka suka ya sanza

Tango nakutana ngai na baninga

Aa mama, mokolo ya liwa

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(chorus) Mokolo ya Liwa

Mokolo nakokufa

TRANSLATION

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The day I will day

The day of my death

The other day I was wondering

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I dreamt as I was sleeping

Ah mother, the day of my death

The day I day, who will weep for me?

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I don’t know

Let me weep for myself

Death in the forest or in water?

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Death by witchcraft or of illness

The day of my death, Mother

The day I will die, I the rich man

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What will I think of, but my property?

I’ll think of my houses and lorries

I’ll think of the children I sent to school

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The day of my death, mother

The day I die, I the poor man

What will I think of but my children?

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I’ll only think of the problems of the world that will be left

The day I die

The day I die, I the drunkard

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I’ll only think of my glass of beer

What will I think of but the end of the month

When I used to drink with my friends

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Ah mother, the day of my death

The day I die, who will weep for me?

I don’t know

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Let me weep for myself

Death in the forest or death in water?

Death by witchcraft or of illness?

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Ah mother, the day of my death

Death, the hero who comes with you to the centre of life

Tabu, Oh, words!

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The day I die, I the drunkard

I’ll think of my glass of beer

What will I think of but the end of the month

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When I met with friends

Ah mother, the day of my death

The day of my death

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The day I will die