My Technicolor Dreams


I dream about Uganda.

Barefoot children, mango trees, and beating drums

I dream in dirt roads and billowy clouds, and trees and trees and trees

All in color, technicolor dreams

Life in Africa: and I wake up lonely

Lonely and homesick for a place not my home

Heartbeat of djembes, song of my soul

Playing softly as I live a Moscow day

Melty, muddy, and a little melancholy

Only because the music of Africa still plays in my head

Vibrant melody of Africa

Piece of my heart




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