Dagombas En Tamale

We are the owners of nothing
Those who do not appear in fairy tales
The palace of dreams we make with mud
We have nothing, but we have everything
When you lack things, you invent something
If there is no horse, I ride with a wheelbarrow
We don't come up with ideas from scratch
Like crabs that breathe without a nose
We work wonders with what falls from the sky
We cool it at the bottom of the river if there is no ice
And we feel like the kings of Castile
We polish what doesn't shine
Without bullets, ready for war
We learned to plant without soil
Quality, but cheap
Like dance academy dancers, but without shoes

We play without amplifiers
Why do we need radios when there are drums here? Hey
There is no caviar here, but there is corn
There is no caviar here, but there is corn
There is no caviar here, but there is corn
Why do we need radios when there are drums here? Hey

Come in without a key, the party is open
Our houses have no doors
But let the settler who does not steal not be afraid
Here witches fly without brooms
Champions without winning the cup
If there is no clothes
Then let the soup warm us
Here we weave without thread
Everything is possible
We move without fuel
There is no glue, but there is saliva
Everything adds up
Without soap we make foam
Under the rain and without umbrellas
We row in a waterless lagoon
We learned to strain coffee without a coffee maker
And to climb even when there are no stairs
We invent inventions
Here you have to dance
Because there is no seat to sit on

We play without amplifiers
Why do we need radios when there are drums here? Hey
There is no caviar here, but there is corn
There is no caviar here, but there is corn
There is no caviar here, but there is corn
Why do we need radios when there are drums here? Hey