By
P'FRESH DE POET
Refrain:
The sun burns,
The sun burns,
The rain falls,
The rain falls,
Tell the people a king is born.
I am the town crier that cried that the rain will fall.
I told you that the mighty Locust will fall.
I announced the coming of wealth
and renounced the coming of bad health.
When I fall from the Iroko the ground suffer.
Ask the forest, I made the mountains my sofa.
So tell your people,
Refrain:
The sun burns,
The sun burns,
The rain falls,
The rain falls,
Tell the people a king is born.
I am the hunter that hunts wild animals in every area.
I convert cannibals to vegetarians.
Let me just put that aside
and swallow my pride.
If I go further, your ears will be filled
with the numbers of Lions and Elephant I've killed.
But before I forget,
Refrain:
The sun burns,
The sun burns,
The rain falls,
The rain falls,
Tell the people a king is born.
He was born the day orisha pour down his rain,
Long live his reign.
Like a coup joy overthrown our pain,
Putting smiles on our faces.
The trees bow,
The mountains squat
Let the whole earth rise
For the Lion has roar.
Refrain:
The sun burns,
The sun burns,
The rain falls,
The rain falls,
Tell the people a king is born.