Injera & Red Earth
v4
@baye kassa
Injera & Red Earth
v4
@baye kassa
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[Verse 1]
Morning steam from the coffee tray
Incense curls in the quiet room
Grandma hums in Amharic
Names every saint on the walls
Taxi horns in a dusty jam
Goats drift slow by the open gate
Kids chase dreams with a plastic ball
Barefoot kings in the sun
[Chorus]
Ethiopia
I carry you
Like coffee stains on my hands
Ethiopia
You’re in my name
In every prayer I don’t understand
Ethiopia
I hear you call
From red earth roads to the blue
Ethiopia
This aching heart
Still beats its rhythm for you
[Verse 2]
Rain drums hard on the tin roof sheet
Muddy lanes turn to rivers fast
Mama laughs at the power cut
Lights a candle
Tells the past
Braids pulled tight on a Friday night
New white cloth for the holy day
Voices rise in the echoing hall
Old songs shaking the walls
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I’ve crossed oceans in metal birds
Changed my tongue just to get by
But your spice lives on my window sill
Your flag in the back of my mind
I call home on a cracked screen glow
Hear the market in the line
You say
“Come when the teff fields grow”
I say
“Soon
” every time
[Chorus]
Morning steam from the coffee tray
Incense curls in the quiet room
Grandma hums in Amharic
Names every saint on the walls
Taxi horns in a dusty jam
Goats drift slow by the open gate
Kids chase dreams with a plastic ball
Barefoot kings in the sun
[Chorus]
Ethiopia
I carry you
Like coffee stains on my hands
Ethiopia
You’re in my name
In every prayer I don’t understand
Ethiopia
I hear you call
From red earth roads to the blue
Ethiopia
This aching heart
Still beats its rhythm for you
[Verse 2]
Rain drums hard on the tin roof sheet
Muddy lanes turn to rivers fast
Mama laughs at the power cut
Lights a candle
Tells the past
Braids pulled tight on a Friday night
New white cloth for the holy day
Voices rise in the echoing hall
Old songs shaking the walls
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I’ve crossed oceans in metal birds
Changed my tongue just to get by
But your spice lives on my window sill
Your flag in the back of my mind
I call home on a cracked screen glow
Hear the market in the line
You say
“Come when the teff fields grow”
I say
“Soon
” every time
[Chorus]
Musikstil
Warm, organic Afro-folk groove with hand percussion, krar/rubab-style strings, and soft bass. Mid-tempo sway; verses intimate and story-driven, chorus opens with gang vocals and claps like a crowded family table. Sprinkle subtle traditional flutes and call-and-response ad-libs; vocal sits upfront, slightly gritty, with a communal singalong outro.
