'Mina de Ouro'
Of the bread winners with no flimsy excuses;
But the carnage on our roads are of no excuses too.
You used to be my man but now,
You are taken over by another lady;
For life is like that at times.
Aban, life is like 'The Trans Volta Togoland (Volta Region) ';
And i will still live on with my life without you.