Okello

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