No Te Pongas Triste
Alika
Don't Be Sad
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
And don't be sad
Congoman don't be sad
Nyahman don't be sad
Congoman no no no
And dry your eyes, and dry your eyes
In a difficult life you had to be
Poverty and worries you had to go through
Many tears have passed on your face
But you keep giving thanks to Father Rastafar I
For being born like this you know how to appreciate
And today your hands are strong to be able to fight
So, who's going to stop you? If now the good times come
I say, who's going to stop you? Don't look back
I Nyahman, Congoman, Rastawoman, dry your eyes
I Nyahman, Congoman, Rastawoman dry your eyes
And don't be sad
Congoman don't be sad
Nyaman don't be sad
Congoman no no no
And dry your eyes, and dry your eyes
The pressure from Babylon is increasing
People who were with you suddenly are no longer there
You always kept your faith and know how to wait
To the owner of victory King Rastafar I
For being born like this you know how to appreciate
And today your hands are strong to be able to fight
Who's going to stop you? If now the good times come
I say, who's going to stop you? Don't look back
I Nyahman, Congoman, Rastawoman, dry your eyes
I Nyaman, Congoman, Rastawoman dry your eyes
And don't be sad
Congoman don't be sad
Nyaman don't be sad
Congoman no no no
And dry your eyes, and dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
