[Intro] Aweh… Windhoek nights, bru Red dust on my shoes Two colours in my blood One country in my chest [Verse 1] Born under a Namibian sun, two worlds in my skin White on my father’s side, black where mama begin One family said “boy”, other side said “my kind” So I learned real young how a colour gets defined Aweh, bru, I was just trying to play While old people carried what happened yesterday Apartheid gone, but the stories stayed Who lived behind which fence, who worked, who got paid Tate said, “my boy, you don’t know those days” Mama said, “good — but remember our pain” Freedom over my head, old laws underneath History gone from the books, not gone from the street But round the corner the whole mood change Old lady waves like she knows your name Gentleman outside says, “Morning, my boy” Kids kick a ball, whole street full of noise Braai smoke rising under endless skies Neighbour says “come eat”, no questions, no lies That’s Namibia, bru, simple and true You arrive as a stranger, they make room for you [Pre-Chorus] Ja nee, tell me Where do I stand? Too dark for one room Too light for another man But this red dirt knows me This heat knows my name Namibia in my blood, bru Both sides the same [Chorus] Aweh, Namibia Two sides of the sun Half of me black Half of me white But I’m still one Aweh, Namibia Red earth under me You can name my skin But you don’t define me From Katutura roads To the clean side of town Same Windhoek sky Same sun going down Aweh, Namibia This is home to me [Verse 2] Drive five minutes and the whole world change Big walls, green gardens, then the tin-roof lanes One kid got a pool, one fetch water outside Same city, same flag, different side of the ride Old maps gone but the neighbourhoods remember Grandpa knew checkpoints, passes and fear Now I got freedom, but the difference still here New generation, old shadows near “Sharp, sharp, bru,” at the taxi rank Guy got no job but he still says thanks Degree in his hand, nothing in the bank Still makes room for granny, carries her bag Ladies dressed sharp on a Sunday morn Gentlemen greeting like respect ain’t gone Young ou says “aweh”, old man says “my son” Different generations under one hot sun Music spilling through an open door Plastic chairs and laughter on the floor Nobody got much, but everybody shares That’s the kind of wealth you don’t see in shares [Chorus] Aweh, Namibia Two sides of the sun Half of me black Half of me white But I’m still one Aweh, Namibia Red earth under me You can name my skin But you don’t define me [Verse 3] English outside, Afrikaans with the fam Little bit of everything, that’s who I am Braai smoke rising when the sun goes low Kwaito from a taxi, old-school radio Cousin says “lekker”, other cousin says “sharp” Different stories underneath the same stars Some got German names, some African ones But we all turn gold in the Namibian sun Ladies sweep yards when the morning wakes Gentleman drinks coffee as the first taxi brakes Kids shout “morning!” like the street is theirs Somebody always asks how your family fares Don’t tell me choose which blood is mine I didn’t build apartheid, I inherited the line Didn’t write the laws, didn’t build those walls But I live in a country still carrying scars Not looking for guilt, bru, looking for truth Somebody gotta break that cycle for the youth [Bridge] My father’s blood My mother’s skin Tell me where Should I begin? Black enough? White enough? Who made that rule? I was born Namibian That should be enough for you No pass in my pocket No baas at the gate But history walks slowly And inequality waits Still the aunties laugh Still the uncles braai Still a stranger says “morning” When you’re walking by We argue We dance We remember We heal Freedom on paper Still gotta become real [Final Chorus] Aweh, Namibia Two sides of the sun Half of me black Half of me white But I’m still one Katutura morning Khomasdal night Ladies and gentlemen Under one light Kids in the street Braai smoke in the sky Somebody says “aweh, bru” Every time you walk by Aweh, Namibia We can’t change yesterday But we choose today Red dust, blue sky I don’t choose a colour To know who am I [Outro] Morning, auntie Sharp, tata Aweh, my bru See you tomorrow Not perfect Not without scars But full of people With open hearts Not black enough Not white enough Namibian enough Aweh.
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