Tabla Talking

[Verse 1]
Tap the tabla—let the whole room answer back,
Sudan in the rhythm, beating through the cracks.
A circle of hands, and the night leans in,
One drum says “come,” and the song begins.

[Chorus]
Oh, tabla, carry us, steady and strong,
Every heart knows where it belongs.
Clap on the beat, let the old walls ring—
Tonight, Sudan is the song we sing.

[Verse 2]
Tea goes round while the drum rolls low,
A shoulder sways and the smiles all show.
From the first soft tap to the final call,
No one sits still when the rhythm takes all.

[Bridge]
One hand starts, then a hundred reply,
A little dust lifts as the hours fly.

[Outro]
Keep that tabla talking till the morning comes.