Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja
Buwakurru

The vision of tomorrow shines, like the mirror on the wall
Cast an image of my people dancing and survival was the law
The shadows of the clouds move on, race by as I close my eyes
Making shapes of our great ancestors, as the daylight leaves the sky

Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja
Buwakurru

Sometimes I think we're poor boys here, got no money got no jo
And at times when I might turn to drink, I lose my head but then I start to think

Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja
Buwakurru
Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja
Buwakurru

Going to pick it up – lift it up
Going to pick it up – lift it up
Lift the game a bit – pick it up
Going to lift it up – pick it up

Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala,Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja
Buwakurru
Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja
Buwakurru