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