Esakola

de Papa Wemba

Time was I would criticize my neighbor
If his religion was not the same as mine
But now my heart welcomes every form
It is a prairie for the gazelles and
A cloister for monks
A temple for idols and
A kaaba for the pilgrim
The tables of the Torah and the book of the Qur'an
I follow the religion of Love and whatever
Direction taken by Love's camel
That is my religion and my faith
Come on

Na mokili Nzambe asala biloko na biso mabale na mibale oh
Muasi na mobali moyi na nzanza eh eh
Na mokili Nzambe a pesa moto nionso chance ya kozua oh
Lelo ya yo lobi ya guaye
Nzambe asenga se bolingo
Eh eh aha aha

I was able to see that the book of my life was not
Composed merely of ink and letters
My hearth becomes white as snow
When I taste the savors of I love you
In your garden there are many flowers but only one water
Let me clad myself in your love like a tunic
Let count off the rosary of my heart in your memory
Let me shout to the world the perfume of my desire
The cement of providence binds us like bricks of the secret

Na mokili Nzambe a pesa moto nionso chance ya kozua oh
Lelo ya yo lobi ya guaye
Nzambe asenga se bolingo
Eh eh aha aha

I was copper you made me gold, Alchemist of my heart
You who knew how to erase my mistakes
The only believer is the one who loves the other as himself
Existence is a gift, but so few people find this amazing
Because the outfits it wears are never the same
Because appearances only deceive those who stop at them
I have drunk the wine of Love
And people were changed into brothers

Na mokili Nzambe a pesa moto nionso chance ya kozua oh
Lelo ya yo lobi ya guaye
Nzambe asenga se bolingo
Eh eh aha aha