Aganju, XangôAlapala, Alapala, Alapalaxangô, AganjuA little boy, the age of threeHe asked about his family tree:"Oh, father, who is my grand papa?"The father said: "My boy, grandpa is deadAnd right before he diedHe told me who was my grandpapa"My grandpapa, your grandpapa'sDaddy was born in AfricaA king, a tribal king Yoruba"So you, my boy, you've got to beYourself a little new Shango"Oh, Aganju, baba AlapalaAganju, xangôAlapala, Alapala, Alapalaxangô, AganjuAlapala, egun, spirit of the family manAncestral soul of our tribe until this dayThe tribe of Aganju-Shango, an axe is in his handHis lightning axe could strike the sky aboveAnd make the sound of crashing thunders threaten GodAnd that is why Shango became a God himselfAnd that is why you should be proud, my boy
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Alapala, egun, spirit of the family man
Ancestral soul of our tribe until this day
The tribe of Aganju-Shango, an axe is in his hand
His lightning axe could strike the sky above
And make the sound of crashing thunders threaten God
And that is why Shango became a God himself
And that is why you should be proud, my boy
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