If you see the belly of my feet,
call my ancestors from the deep.
In my hat I hold my heart.
I will swing my waist till you scream like a bat.
Why do men run
to that state where women plan?
In my hut I have many secrets.
I will sing the river frog’s song when I am on your retreat!
If I see the nakedness of your valuables,
you will shout for my descendants from the unreachable.
In your heart you have my balls
You shake your back till I stare like an owl.
Why do women unconcerned stand
when men hang on their strand?
In your hut you have many rumours.
You will moan in silence when you feel my tremors!