Like a diamond seeks the light   Like a starling to the sky   Like a newborn to the breast   Like a martyr to the test    Like green leaves to the sun,   You and I belong      A king does to his realm   A general to his men   A moth does to the flame   Or a queen to her domain      la, la, laa ! la-la!      Like a battered T-shirt, suspended on the washing line,   My nerves are wrung   Words have never been this difficult to say,   I drip-drop to dry in the afternoon sun   Moods changing like colours I run   There's nowhere to run to, except back to you.      Like a diamond seeks to the light   Like a starling to the sky   Like a newborn to the breast   Like a martyr to the test   Like green leaves to the sun,   You and i belong      A king does to his realm,   A general to his men,   A moth does to the flame   Or a queen to her domain      Ime fambe, iwe terere (I walk, you follow)   Like a drum counts to the time,   My heart beats for you   Two steps forward - i take two steps back. For you!