Bongo Mates
Yeah…
Bongo Fever.
East Africa…
Tanzania.
All the way down under,
Australia.
You know what I’m saying,
mate? Sometimes the price goes up…
But the value gets lost.
Jobba, getting back again,
Fully sick, hectic, through the thick and thin.
Came a long way,
travelled far and wide,
Through the wilderness of the world,
with Tanzania by my side.
East Africa in my veins,
I carry where I roam,
Tanzania raised me, no matter how far from home.
I came tumbling down,
but I never stayed down,
Took a trip, flew up,
found a new life down under now.
Australia calling, had to make another way,
Building up tomorrow through the hard yakka every day.
From the motherland to a world so wide,
I keep my roots,
my truth, my pride.
Prices going higher, everybody feels the strain,
Every little dollar disappearing in the rain.
Price up, price up,
tell me what are we buying?
When the cost keeps climbing,
see the real ones crying.
It was never about the price,
never just the gold,
It’s the value of a life,
it’s the stories that we hold.
Such a sad thing to say when the truth becomes so cold,
You can measure what it costs,
but you can’t price a soul.
Bei inapanda,
thamani haishuki, Moyo wa kweli,
hauuzwi sokoni. Price goes up,
but the love stays true,
Value over price in everything we do.
Bei inapanda, thamani haishuki,
Tanzania moyoni, nguvu iko ndani.
From Tanzania to Australia,
we push on through,
Value over price — that’s the truth we choose.
What’s the price of a memory,
mate?
What’s the cost of a dream?
When everything is getting harder…
What does value really mean?
I took the fall,
stood tall, never let it define me,
Carried East Africa wherever life would find me.
Fully sick, hectic, but I’m still standing strong,
Came from far, far away,
still I’m moving on.
Through the wilderness of the world,
I found my way,
Long roads, wide skies,
another brand-new day. Buggered from the road,
but the fire’s still alive,
You can raise the price,
but you can’t take my pride.
Bei inapanda, thamani haishuki,
Moyo wa kweli, hauuzwi sokoni.
Price goes up, but the love stays true,
Value over price — that’s the truth we choose.
Bei inapanda, thamani haishuki,
Tanzania moyoni, nguvu iko ndani.
From the motherland to the southern sky,
Value over price — we rise,
we rise.
Tanzania to Australia…
Different shores, same struggle.
From far,
far away,
across the wilderness of the world…
Remember where you came from.
Remember what you’re worth,
mate.
Bongo Fever.
Value…
not the price.