Woman, I see a woman
Everyday in the mirror I see a woman
And anytime I look at mama I see a woman
Wonderful woman, an African woman, mother of nature
Yeeea yea
Beautiful woman, Yeeea yea
Beautiful woman, Yeeea yea
Yeeea yea…Yeeea yea…

And so the storyteller tells his tales
His tales of an Eve molded out of a rib
Specially made out of a rib
The last of all creatures
carefully woven out of a tablet of diamond
Soothingly, the tales are told
of a she who sparkles like the stars
yet covered in misery and seen to be fragile
Too fragile to hug,
too fragile to stand firm to be the spine of the sons of Adam

Oh woman, you who shine
before the sun crawls out lazily to his post
To please his host
Broken, tortured, ignored, abused and accused
But you hold on
You make the home
Indeed the tales will be told of the last piece of Providence
which He made to sparkle and change the world
when the sons of Adam drifted away
like a ship without a captain
Indeed your beautiful tales will be told too
Your beautiful tales of inspiration, inspiring the sons of Adam
Taming their wild hearts
calming the flames of their desires
Indeed you make peace and build greatness
You raise wisdom and intelligence

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Song by Becca (translated from Twi)
I am a woman
An African woman
If I say water, it is water not wine
I have a beautiful patience, my beauty is like a flower
An African woman
Oh wonderful woman, Yeeea yea
Beautiful woman, Yeeea yea
Beautiful woman, Yeeea yea
Beautiful woman, Yeeea yea
Yeeea yea…Yeeea yea…

And so a woman is like a teabag,
You will never know how strong she is
Till she get into hot water.

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Link to the Italian translation