We mold a pot as our mothers did.
The pot, where is the pot?
The pot, it is here.
We mold the pot as our mothers did.
First, the base of the pot.
Strip by strip, and layer by layer.
Supple fingers kneading the clay,
Long fingers molding the clay,
Stiff thumbs shaping the clay,
Layer by layer and strip by strip,
We build the pot as our mothers did.
We build the pot as our mothers did.
Strip by strip and layer by layer.
Its belly swells like the paunch of a hyena,
Of a hyena which has eaten a whole sheep.
Its belly swells like a mother of twins.
It is a beautiful pot,
It swells like a mother of twins.
The pot, where is the pot?
The pot, it is here.
We mold the pot as our mothers did.
First, the base of the pot.
Strip by strip, and layer by layer.
Supple fingers kneading the clay,
Long fingers molding the clay,
Stiff thumbs shaping the clay,
Layer by layer and strip by strip,
We build the pot as our mothers did.
We build the pot as our mothers did.
Strip by strip and layer by layer.
Its belly swells like the paunch of a hyena,
Of a hyena which has eaten a whole sheep.
Its belly swells like a mother of twins.
It is a beautiful pot,
It swells like a mother of twins.