Текст песни
Shake it all the things I bemsubupp
Get it to the left
Get it to the right
Yeah, I got plenty of things to make
From these wooden blocks only
And my mother in kitchen is baking a cake
I feel so lonely in my room yeah
Mother bake me a brother, I cry
And I won't be so lonely anymore
We got together gather some things to say
We got to be Kalanga-brothers
All the soft things
