Our soul feels the tune of the br Africa flute as it dance it way br through the gentle wind, this br sweet melody supassed our br sorrowfull moments, so hands br gloryfy the full moon, in it we br trust. Tonight we merry with our br gods, so the death are at peace, br through our moves we intorxicate br and communicate with them, their br laughter out sound our voices so the br future is bright. We are the children br of the full moon, and the tune of this br flute made us Africans, and Africa is br our religion..