Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh
Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh

Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh
Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh

What do we know but that
We face one another in this place
I've seen myself there in your eyes
You see yourself in mine

What do we know but that
We face one another in this place
Palm to palm
Hand to hand
Why is it hard understand our land?

We only know that in this place
We meet each other face to face
Breath to breath
I live, you live
The way is long

As a bird calls out
A bird replies
That makes their song
Not alone, we'll make our own

We only know that in this place
We seek each other
Face to face

Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh
Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh

Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh
Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh

The poet says
What do we know but that
We face one another in this place

Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh
Yala, yala, yala, yala, yala
Yala, yala, yala, yaleh