Mother Africa

Strong like a beacon
shines like a blossoming flower
the pulchritude of the earth
and the sweet taste of our heart.

The woman of a boasting vessel,
with mouth of an eagle.
the call of the world
and the heart signal of the word.

Proud of thee, mother of Africa
thou art the night beauty of the sky,
the sun-ray of the world's light'
and the wings of the earth.

The black sweet wine in the the world earth's cup'
the taste of a honey's world.
Proud of thee, mother of our nation'
and the lay of our pulchritude foundation.

Mother of our land,
black and kind,
created beautiful
and wonderful!

Oh wonderful mother of Africa;
the milk for our young feeder,
the glistening white of our coat'
shining like a ray that will never be cut.

Thou art the wise of our wisdom'
and the strong pillar of our kingdom.
thou art the heart burden bearer
of the soul of our father.

Hail hail to thee!
mother of a black skin.
from thy sweet taste wine we've suck
the taste of an apple and a grapes fruit.

Thou trains our heart'
to weave the earth,
and our hands
to paint the earth's land

oh mother!
Thou really suffer
for our legs to rise up
even til' n'w that we've grown up.

Thy love in our heart
will for ever be lit;
no matter the fathom of civilization,
ever we will still in our heart thy foundation.

the great mother
black and smart,
we proud of thee
mother of Africa!