this world before they die.
We dedicate it to the fallen heroes who lie in front . Many brave men rest in Nyaréla .
Young girls, small children, the children who fought for the liberation of our homeland lie in Nyaréla .
The world is sick, it became a fresh onion without seeds.
We have to be united , this union ensures the smooth running of things.
Talking is difficult, not talking is difficult , keeping silent is not good , mouth is a source of trouble. . Speech is learned but it doesn't force you .In the past, there were kings able to plant a needle , to pray in its shadow or to steal the saddle of a horse. These kings always exist but their reign is over. The times of the generous kings are over.Today there are more enemies except the rogues.These rascals say that we, the djéli , disturb . In the name of Allah, when we disturb someone, he becomes famous.
The Stories of the sons of Bambara are becoming more and more rare.
less.and less ,those interested in them
Death is a reality and resurrection is a lie , however, it does not destroy hope.
* Niarela is a district with a well known cemetery in Bamako
with Mah Damba : chant.
Mamaye Kouyaté : ngoni, djembé.
Sidi Modibo Kouyaté : ngoni. Makhan Tounkara : guitare, ngoni. Marna Sissoko : guitare, tamani.
Djeli Madi Kouyaté : balafon. Djoké Sissoko : flé, flûte bambara.
Djeli Sékou Kouyaté, Assa Sissoko, Mamani Keita, Niama Tounkara, Sadyou Damba : choeurs.
Mamaye Kouyaté : ngoni, djembé.
Sidi Modibo Kouyaté : ngoni. Makhan Tounkara : guitare, ngoni. Marna Sissoko : guitare, tamani.
Djeli Madi Kouyaté : balafon. Djoké Sissoko : flé, flûte bambara.
Djeli Sékou Kouyaté, Assa Sissoko, Mamani Keita, Niama Tounkara, Sadyou Damba : choeurs.