"One wants to make us believe in lost myths
Parts of history are corrupted and re-examined
From Ramses to Mandela, (*)
So many unspoken truths (*)
By being unaware of the original story,
one wanders without goal
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of her black skin (*)
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
Let us revive our memory
The history should be changed
History is being deformed by words….No
The knowledge and wisdom are within reach
Listen and pay attention
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of her black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
My people dance and sing
They express their joy (*)
Far from ignorance
They show their faith (*)
Blessed with men and values (*)
We repair the errors
Sons and daughters you and me
Ready for the fight
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of her black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
(*) what I fixed"
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