[Intro] From the red dust roads To the crowded square They’re lifting one name Hands up in the air
[Verse 1] Boots on the ground at twenty-something Sun in his eyes But he keeps coming Pages of history in his rough hands Saying “We decide how this land stands” Old flags falling from the tall mast Young face staring at the broadcast Saying to the world with a hard stare “We’re still poor but we’re not scared”
[Chorus] Ibrahim Traoré They chant your name in the heat of the day From Ouaga all the way to the border line “You touch one You touch all” in the people’s mind Ibrahim Traoré Burkina stands when you stand that way Little kids drawing your cap and your face Saying “That’s our captain That’s our place”
[Verse 2] Dust on the trucks rolling eastward Mothers at the gate whisper one word “Come home safe ” as the drums roll He answers with a hand to his heart “I know” Old men talking in the shade of a tree “Did you think we’d live this to see? One of our own saying clear Saying plain This time our sweat stays with our grain”
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[Bridge] [low vocal register] Not a king Not a saint Just a man with a choice But the streets grow quiet when they hear that voice “Stand up straight Hold your ground This time This time We turn it around” [crescendo] And the crowd shouts back like a thunder sound
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Stile di musica
Anthemic modern Afro-fusion with big marching drums, bright horns, and a children’s choir on the hook. Verses sit on a mid‑tempo groove with warm bass and sharp percussion; chorus explodes with call‑and‑response chants and wide gang vocals. Male vocals up front, occasional spoken ad-libs, stadium reverb for a unifying, revolutionary feel.