Testi Soundtracks :: R

Copper sun sinking low

Scatterlings and fugitives

Hooded eyes and weary brows

Seek refuge in the night

They are the scatterlings of Africa

Each uprooted one

On the road to Phelamanga

Beneath the copper sun

And I love the scatterlings of Africa

Each and every one

In their hearts a burning hunger

Beneath the copper sun

Broken wall, bicycle wheel

African sun forging steel, singing

Magic machine cannot match

Human being human being

African idea

African idea

--make the future clear

--make the future clear

They are the scatterlings of Africa

Each uprooted one

On the road to Phelamanga

Beneath the copper sun

And for the scatterlings of Africa

The journey has begun

Future find their hungry eyes

Beneath the copper sun

Ancient bones from Olduvai

Echoes of the very first cry

Who made me, here and why? --

Beneath this copper sun.

My very first beginnings

Beneath the copper sky

Lie deeply buried

In the dust of Olduvai

And we are scatterlings of Africa

Both you and I

We are on the road to Phelamanga

Beneath a copper sky

And we are scatterlings of Africa

On a journey to the stars

Far below we leave forever

Dreams of what we were

Hawu beke Mama-ye! Mama-ye!

In the beginning

Beneath the copper sky

Ancient bones

In the dust of Olduvai

Who made us, here, and why

Remember!