Zira: Hush, my little one
You must be exhausted
Sleep my little Kovu
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king
I've been exciled, persecuted,
Left alone with no defence
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense
But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'cos it sues my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest
The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squeeling in my grasp
His lioness' mournful cry
That's my lullaby
Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my faults I could forgive
Trouble is, I know it's petty
But I hate to let them live
Nuka: So you found yourself somebody
Who chase Simba up a tree
Zira: Oh, the battle may be bloody
But that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls,
A counterpoint of painful howls,
A symphony of death, oh my
That's my lullaby
Scar is gone, but Zira's still around
To love this little lad
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad
Nuka: Sleep you little termite,
I mean precious little thing
Vitani: One day when you're big and strong
Zira: You will be a king
The pounding of the drums of war
The thrill of Kovus mighty roar
Nuka: Joy of vengeance
Vitani: Testify
Zira: I can hear the cheering
Nuka+ : Kovu, what a guy
Vitani
Zira: Heathertime is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood red sky
That's my lullaby!