Qwela - Okello Lyrics

His little feet are burning
On the hot desert soil
Its barely hours since the village burnt down
Now he's taken prisoner
The little dreamer village boy
Dreamt of being a football star
Now marched by army rebels
To fight a war that is not his
Imitu bedingo
Okello Okello
Okello Okello
Imitu bedingo
Okello Okello
Okello Okello
Forced into brutality
He was a child no more
He learnt to kill
Learnt how to fight
Learnt how to survive
But deep in his heart remains
This dream that would not die
Every day he went to sleep a night
He could hear the voices in his mind
Theyre saying
Imitu bedingo
Okello Okello
Okello Okello
Imitu bedingo
Okello Okello
Okello Okello
First chance to be free
Should I run or should I stay
His little feet start running
Coz he can hear his mama say
Atinaba
Wipewiliba
Akaniodiluni
Dwongpashuba
Okello Okello
Running through the night
Okello Okello
Oh he run with all his might
Okello Okello
Running for his life
Okello Okello
Oh and now he is free
Okello Okello
Free to run
Okello Okello
Free to live
Okello Okello
To live his dream
Okello Okello