1.
Meyesaw My love
When my people sing with your Meyesaw name bold
My heart flourish I rejoice like a noble statue I stand
Your pictures have been gifts so far as I found
The conquering lion of Juda your heroic deed
I love your sweet name bold and passionate life meet
Meyesaw Teddy I need more of your heroic spirit
You are the lion of Meqdela and in my honest heart
Your Daemonic gift live inside me in secret
Meyesaw my love your name is sweet
And it is like a noble conquering hand one of the best
This world has you as a marvel man as the Great
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2.
Alchemy is 5
I fall in love with Meyesaw
Never has it been the hub
It is here and there
a wheel and pump
And loving is so slippery
I hang on to my rapture
Of being helped by those
Who are in the field of my bliss
I only to follow the thread of the Hero pass
Through the way from Gafat to Meqedela
There I shall find a god ...
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4.
When you said so
last time when you love me that way
I told people that I had a good day
I believe you no matter you say
I still tell the fairy and unbelievable story
that you only love me and cares for nobody
when I see in your eyes I see love
and the beauty of your live radiant face
unravel to many the man I become
so I accept what you look and tell
with no back up because you look good
your lovely eyes are divine like a god
I watch them whenever I feel like so
telling the unbelievable story of worshiping love
when you said you love me
when you said so dear
that night I appear for many like a Meqdela warrior
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Debre Tabor
The tree of Bahirdar
When I sit alone in the street corners
The people of Bahirdar watch
With their encouraging eyes
I smoke like usual with Gangster style
I walk like a Gang boosting like a deal
Like a City guy with nice mood cool
My Amhara blood shining standing still
In the squares of Bahirdar in the Church or Mall
As I spend my time alone watching the beautiful girl
The tree of Bahirdar grows within me for all
7.
Smoking day dream
Smoking shit high in spirit
Wisdom in the blow of a mist
One or two eyes wondering why I smoke
Among the many a few enlightened in my move
and the smoke of the day like a cloud forming
a figure of identity and a religion in the smoke
like a Rastafarian or Meyesawian music create
but unappreciated or misunderstood in the time
and wondering why I left in the crowd alone
All this because of my smoke day dream
a blow in the height and smoking breakdown
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