| Song | Slave To The River |
| Artist | Patrice |
| Artist | Laygwan Sharkie |
| Album | Nile |
| 作曲 : Bart-Williams, Phiri | |
| He went down to the river | |
| And this is what she said: | |
| I look simple yet I'm complex | |
| I do not distract | |
| I have the same color | |
| As the son I was built of | |
| My shape is beautiful | |
| From a stream she cried me a river | |
| and at the river she showed me my dream | |
| only peace could deliver | |
| the son of sons and let him rescue me anyway | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Teardops gonna flow away | |
| Sunshine gonna bow the rain | |
| When the smoke cleared | |
| she was standing there | |
| There was no more fear on the battlefield | |
| Tell me who is fit to judge a man | |
| That was there from before time began | |
| The ancient spirit | |
| from the river bank | |
| babtunde son of a great man | |
| that was known to be a givin' one | |
| Living son of a mother that is beautiful | |
| oh I feel so powerful | |
| When I flow end... | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Teardops gonna flow away | |
| Sunshine gonna bow the rain | |
| Follow the one | |
| and only true don gogon | |
| "lay" was born from the soil | |
| that was planted by the "gwan | |
| I am the son of sons of chamnuka and | |
| Nehanda hrere true kwere kwere african | |
| who's knocking at my door and | |
| want fi offer me american | |
| brainwash my nation to amageddon | |
| with nuclear science, technology and | |
| money charm | |
| but soon and very soon I ah know | |
| that their day will come | |
| prophecied in revelations | |
| cry me a river where peace sees | |
| the morning sun | |
| and the resurrection of leader and swan | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Teardops gonna flow away | |
| Sunshine gonna bow the rain |
| zuò qǔ : BartWilliams, Phiri | |
| He went down to the river | |
| And this is what she said: | |
| I look simple yet I' m complex | |
| I do not distract | |
| I have the same color | |
| As the son I was built of | |
| My shape is beautiful | |
| From a stream she cried me a river | |
| and at the river she showed me my dream | |
| only peace could deliver | |
| the son of sons and let him rescue me anyway | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Teardops gonna flow away | |
| Sunshine gonna bow the rain | |
| When the smoke cleared | |
| she was standing there | |
| There was no more fear on the battlefield | |
| Tell me who is fit to judge a man | |
| That was there from before time began | |
| The ancient spirit | |
| from the river bank | |
| babtunde son of a great man | |
| that was known to be a givin' one | |
| Living son of a mother that is beautiful | |
| oh I feel so powerful | |
| When I flow end... | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Teardops gonna flow away | |
| Sunshine gonna bow the rain | |
| Follow the one | |
| and only true don gogon | |
| " lay" was born from the soil | |
| that was planted by the " gwan | |
| I am the son of sons of chamnuka and | |
| Nehanda hrere true kwere kwere african | |
| who' s knocking at my door and | |
| want fi offer me american | |
| brainwash my nation to amageddon | |
| with nuclear science, technology and | |
| money charm | |
| but soon and very soon I ah know | |
| that their day will come | |
| prophecied in revelations | |
| cry me a river where peace sees | |
| the morning sun | |
| and the resurrection of leader and swan | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Slave to the river | |
| Following no sinner | |
| Teardops gonna flow away | |
| Sunshine gonna bow the rain |