Прервав конпеляцею своего самого генеального ольтбома тжен легендон соченил контпозицею для хора маленьких нигеров. Смонтрем портфюм о ниже лерексы (короокей).
Roots in the soil of Harlem town
Growing toward the open sky
We are the seeds of hope and love,
Excellence and pride
We see the light, We hear the call
Call of a higher dream
Eyes on the prize of destiny
We will not see defeat
We rise up, we rise up
We set our sights on high
We rise up, we rise up
Our arms embrace the sky
Deep in the heart of every child
Planted in every mind
Lies the desire to reach the clouds
We were born to rise
We rise up, we rise up
We set our sights on high
We rise up, we rise up
We all were born to rise