“Sew Yale Sew” (ሰው ያለ ሰው) paints isolation in a crowd—the narrator laments “No true friend exists” (“Metchm yalew wudaj aydelam”) while craving connection. The refrain “Enkit yibel dikik gone ayimechew” (“Even if I beg, no one fills my side”) echoes urban alienation, contrasting with the warmth of a mother’s womb (“Yanati hod bicha new”). Tsegaye’s raspy delivery transforms it into a timeless meditation on societal disconnection.