Tumbuka is like tangerine
Because it soothe my taste
And sweeten my day
Bringing delight through dancing

Tumbuka is like shallow stream
It flows with free favours
Pruning potentials to prosperity
Without counting costs

Tumbuka is like Zimbabwean Ambassador
It travel over the world
Preaching salsa and boogie dancing
Demonstrating gifts of Zimbabweans

Tumbuka is like a wave of water
With swimmers resurfacing
Giving gazers great gratitude
Entertaining with enjoyment

Tumbuka is tonguetied
Its bloodstream is seriously blocked
Standing on the verge of vanity
Hunting for health revivers

Tumbuka is thanking you today
Appreciating your support
It will financially function
Opening the zeal of Zimbabweans
No longer tonguetied but transformed.

Up in the azure sky shoots the sun's rays
With its mellow rays
Rises to meet another day, another trouble
To me it's not yet any hopes rays
As more weigh down my tender shoulder
Imagine a girl of only thirteen

Setting alight fire in the young of morning
Before the cocks signal the alarm
Blanketed by berserk morning air
A beast of burden for firewood, so I am bound
My path darkened by distressing danger
All those bumpy long distances I have to foot
Not to forget the baby clinging on my yonder back 

In the thorn infested forests
Drawing water in deep wells
My head carrying heavy bucket
That threatens to break my back
It makes me tired to think about
My rainbow is my tears 

All Zimbabwean girls
Stand up and be counted
Cry for thy renaissance
The rape, torture, assault and victimisation
Our life an eerie furnace of denied paradise
A swamp of devastating diseases
A journey in great jeopardy
A sad song of denied education
I am weary. So weary. Oh weary
A pain invading my pride
A breath for fresh air cometh not
Don't fall Zimbabwean girl, up and fight
Yearn for another life
Another era.