L'ojo ojosi omode i gb'oju s'oke w'agba o
B'agba ba nro'jo, omode won a pa looloo ni
L'ojo ojosi, awon agba i wu?wa ibaje o
Bi won ba se 'baje, a o s'igba fun won ni
Eje a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu'wa ibaje mo o
Ore e je a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu'wa ika yi o
Eje a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu'wa ibaje mo o
Eje a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu'wa ika...
I see them every day on the street wasting their lives away
Youth can't find no direction to put their energies
I see them in Europe and America looking for hope
Everywhere they go they are lonely, can't find a warm bed
Do you like to see the children cry
And waste their lives away, my brother?
You like to see them die before their time in poverty?
Do you like to see the children cry in frustration and desperation?
Do you like to see them flee and leave this land so full of promise?
I see them everywhere in factories and plantations
A new wave of slavery and servitude in foreign lands
I see them in Asia, Australia, wherever you may think
Everywhere they go they are lonely, there is no place like home
Do you like to see the children crying?
Like to see the children worry?
Like to the children running away?
Like to see them die, brother?