In the land where the spirits reside,
Where ancient traditions collide,
There's a tune that echoes through the air,
An Oshikuru melody, so rare.
(Chorus)
Oshikuru, oh Oshikuru,
A rhythm that stirs the soul,
Uniting hearts, making spirits whole,
In this enchanting musical scroll.
(Verse 2)
The elders gather 'round the fire's glow,
Their voices blend, their spirits flow,
Sharing tales of valor and of love,
As Oshikuru weaves from above.
(Verse 3)
The children dance with joyful grace,
Their laughter filling every space,
The beat of the drum, the vibrant sound,
Oshikuru lifts them off the ground.
(Chorus)
Oshikuru, oh Oshikuru,
A rhythm that stirs the soul,
Uniting hearts, making spirits whole,
In this enchanting musical scroll.
(Bridge)
Through generations, the tune's been passed,
A cultural heritage that will forever last,
Oshikuru carries stories of the land,
A melody that time cannot withstand.
(Verse 4)
As the sun sets, the music lingers on,
A sense of unity, so strong and pure,
Oshikuru becomes the voice of the people,
A symphony of love, reaching the steeple.
(Chorus)
Oshikuru, oh Oshikuru,
A rhythm that stirs the soul,
Uniting hearts, making spirits whole,
In this enchanting musical scroll.
(Outro)
In the heart of Africa, where dreams reside,
Oshikuru, the tune that won't subside,
A legacy of harmony and bliss,
Oshikuru, a melody we won't dismiss.