My hands are empty,
My soul is dry,
My head campaigning with my heart
They stand amazed like Mabreezy.
Tonight I’d rather the M8-1 I know,
Than the Biraro star standing alone on a dark sky.
I have learnt to Besigye you in a long while.
Hey, you, my valentine.
Yes you. I am speaking to you my country,
The nation I am very patriotic about
My heart is red like the flowers on the streets today
My soul as green as the city.
If I have to elect this year,
I would still vote you.
I love change only if love died.
But I have dream about forever,
And when forever comes ,
I shall rest in eternity with you.