Hagen #sepik #Kimbe mp3 2025

Mmmmmmmmmm...oooooooooooooooo

I come from Hagen, where the cold wind of the highlands shapes strong hearts.

From Tambul and Karis, I grew up hearing the breath of Mt. Giluwe,

its voice rising in the mornings, its silence guiding my steps.

But my journey carried me far — to the wide rivers of Sepik,

and the warm shores of Kimbe, where life opened a new chapter for me.

Sepik gave me stories, Kimbe gave me light,

and together they softened a heart raised in the highlands.

Their waters and waves taught me patience,

their quiet nights taught me hope.

And every path I walked between these places shaped the rhythm of my spirit.

When the wind from Giluwe travels down, I feel it calling me home.

When the breeze from Tambul touches my skin, I remember where I began.

But Sepik and Kimbe still live inside me, like two rivers joining one heart.

These places — Hagen, Sepik, Kimbe — they carry the song of my life.

Sometimes I close my eyes and I can feel all three places breathing together:

the cold highland wind,

the deep river silence,

the warm island tide.

They hold my memories, they hold my footsteps,

and they guide my tomorrow.

No distance between Hagen, Sepik, or Kimbe can break my story —

for these places shaped my heart,

and I will carry their song until the end.