Adams Sinarinzi
Le spleen de Buja
This country has nothing left for many
Other than this lyrical cry
A melancholy leading into an abyss
My friends are all depressed
Deep hidden in their elegant and dignified stand
Falls a long acid and killing tear
David has quit his job
Mike can’t think no more
James refuses love
All feel and breath the country
Too conscious to be in peace
They fail to go on with their lives
And refuse to leave
And yet the country is killing them
When you know there is no way
But the heart dictates to stay
It is like a thousand termites at work
They suck all blood in veins
While you stand still
Until the day you take it no more
