Somewhere Sabga
Somewhere Sabga
It lights the lamp with the fist of thunder
brightens and glows like magic power
And beyond rise the land of the stretching planes
in a geographical mulatto of landscape
hiding and speaking for Ngoketunja
To call you Borroro is not out of topic
as you rise and fall with cattle and horses
Sanctified with falls
every hill to you is a goddess
falling so well in beauty and slogan
Sabga, somewhere you are.
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