Africa, my dear Africa
Africa the image of beauty
Motherland of love
True carrier of peace
My dearest Africa
What has come of you?
Did the mother of love die?
Oh, my dear Africa
Your children turned wild
They fight amongst themselves
Your sons killing your daughters
Dust of you feet turned red
Tears of orphans flow through your face
My dear Africa
Your face wrinkled from wars
Wars that ruin your beauty
Your scent of greatness is no more