Approximate translation into English (although translation takes away half the poetry)
Tumar Baabe = For You
It was an everyday encounter
Company for a few moments
Goodbyes were easy
No regrets
So why is it that today
It's your picture I see
I don't know don't understand
You're the only memory
So why today do I sing this song
Let flow a river of notes
For you
Every morning every evening every night
For you
Every breath every hope every desire
For you
My life my dreams my music
For you
(Female vox)
I'm not an artist
I can't paint
But if my heart were a paintbrush
It could draw a picture of you
But even then
Where are the colours of my love
They don't exist
So I'll just sing this song of love
(Middle)
I wait for you
In your memories and in hopes of you
