[Intro] Deep in the jungle before the dawn, Kila the gorilla stretched and yawned. With a striped blue shirt and an old football, He trained each day — proud and tall. The hippos laughed from the swamp nearby. The elephants blinked, rubbing each eye. [Verse 1] Deep in the jungle before the light, Kila trained from morning to night. With his old worn ball and his lucky tee, He played with hope beneath the trees. The hippos giggled and shook with glee, The elephants gasped — “Can this be?” [Pre-Chorus] He watched soccer games through the shop’s glass pane. A genie once told him, “That game’s insane. It’s for fools,” he said with a timeless tone — trapped in a lamp, old and alone. [Chorus] Down the hill the football rolled, Like a note in a song — pure and bold. He kicked it high by a leaning tree, No one cheered… but he felt free. Kila danced like he’d just won gold, Though the world around him stayed cold. [Bridge] Before the sun hit the mountain tops, Kila built a raft with ropes and props. The tide was high, the waves would rise, But he set sail beneath the skies. Dreaming of lands where games were grace — where kicking a ball gave you a place. [Verse 2] Along the Congo, the mornings fell still, No more footballs echoed through the hill. A crocodile spotted a sail so pale — Kila was drifting beyond the veil. [Pre-Chorus] He sailed alone with his ball held tight, Near to his heart, through day and night. He passed tall peaks, lush lands and rain, While the sun rose golden over the plain. [Chorus] On the Congo River, no echoes remain, No bouncing balls, no joyful refrain. But Kila sails with wind and flame — His shirt, his ball, and his dream the same. [Outro] He sleeps beneath the star-filled skies, His raft adrift as silence flies. Till waves reach Angola’s shore one day, And his ball floats back through ocean spray. He lifts it up, his soul alight, And sets it free to the sparkling night.
