Текст песни Mike Masse and Jeff Hall — Africa

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards
salvation
I stopped an old man along the way,
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancinet
melodies
He turned to me as if to say, Hurry boy, it's waiting there
for you

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the
Serangetti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing
that I've become

Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down
in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down
in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had