I was born where the soil was cracked and dry
Where children learn early how to cry
Gunfire singing us to sleep
Promises no one could keep

My father prayed, my mother starved
The land was broken, the future carved
By men in power, fat on lies
Counting gold while my people died

I’m Kano from Burgurundi
I didn’t leave ’cause I wanted to run
I left with hunger in my body
And war in the eyes of everyone
Call me migrant, call me refugee
I call it fighting to stay alive
I’m Kano from Burgurundi
Just a man trying to survive

The war came closer every day
Turned my street into a grave
Friends disappeared, no goodbye
Just empty rooms and asking why

When bread costs more than human life
And peace is sharper than a knife
You don’t stay proud, you don’t stay strong
You leave before you’re dead or gone

I’m Kano from Burgurundi
I didn’t leave ’cause I wanted to run
I left with hunger in my body
And war in the eyes of everyone
No flags left to believe
No songs left to sing
Just footsteps walking away
From everything

I kissed my land, I kissed my pain
Promised I’d come back someday again
But exile doesn’t count the years
It only counts the fear

Now I carry my home in my bones
In broken dreams and foreign zones
If I fall, remember my name
If I stand, remember the same

I’m Kano from Burgurundi
Made of dust, hunger and scars
I didn’t cross the world for money
I crossed it chasing a chance to breathe, to live, to last
If I die far from my land
Let the truth be what you see
I’m Kano from Burgurundi
And this world is still judging me