It was nineteen ninety nine,
Month of October in fourteen,
President Nyerere was not fine,
Tanzania he left itself alone.

People ask "Will they join?"
Will not they touch stone?
Because the President has gone,
The piece will be brocken.

Tanzania people were in spoken,
Will not they being stolen?
The one who come soon,
Which thing will he plan?

At the first were began,
They say, only after moon,
War will be upto noon,
They will not see june.

In how were have join,
Through as they have learn,
They only see our skin,
Ending while touching their chin.

Our country now is clean,
Loving ourselves we have win,
We do not have clan,
Our flag is green.