Shine a light, shine a light. . Oh you've got to careful in this world a little sister said to me. Beware of the silver tongue which hides a gun and a tyranny.
Mayebabo! sengijabule kulomhlaba. Hau! ngidlalela izizwe sengijabule kulomhlaba. Baba yithi amagoso onke kulomhlaba. Shake my way, shake!. Jealous down!.
You are the rolling ocean. You are the mighty sea. You are the breath that brings each new day to me. You are what you are, you are. You be what you are, you be what you are.
Copper sun sinking low. Scatterlings and fugitives. Hooded eyes and weary brows. Seek refuge in the night. Chorus. They are the scatterlings of Africa.
Beyond freedom and dignity. Beyond the dying of the light. She takes me. Beyond reason and the trinity. Beyond the sun and out of sight. Oh no, uh no, oh she did it again.
In ships, they came from Europe, across the salt sea. Come for the build and raise a colony. And in the jungle, green, their citadels did gleam. In tribute and homage to the old country.
Bayeza abafana bancane wema. Bayeza abafana bancane wema. Baphethe iqwasha, baphethe ibazooka. . Bathi, "Sangena savuma thina. Lapha abazange bengena abazali bethu.
Bayeza abafana bancane wema. Bayeza abafana bancane wema. Baphethe iqwasha, baphethe ibazooka. Bathi "sangena savuma thina,. Lapha abazange bengena abazali bethu.
The watchman's fire is burning but the watchman has gone. The singer knows the words but she cn't recall the song. The passenger is waiting but the train won't come.
Hawu baba ngashada intombi yami esikolweni emoliva. Kwashunqa uthuli kwandlovu madoda silwela lobuhle. Usipho wakipha izinkomo ezamalobolo ezinamasondo.
Burning tyres on the freeway. No one in sight. Thre's a raging calm. Across the land tonight. Voice on the radio says. Another one's down tonight.. It don't matter anymore.
An old lady walking down the dusty farm road. Looking for a simple home. She doesn't want anything extremely smart. And she doesn't need a telephone. She's the child of a refugee running from the zulu war.
Umbaqanga man won't you play it if you can. That special music. Umbaqanga man -- he's an african. He's got a special music. Chorus. And we'll move it, we'll move it along.
Something in the way she moves. In the way she touches me. In a way that no one can ever do. Something in the way I feel. When she's standing there. Makes me feel more real than the rain.
Makhelwane (my neighbour). . Impela ayikho into esifuna lemhlabeni madoda (x2). (indeed, our desire in this world for some truth always seems to come to.
( official song for world cup ). . Chorus. Sobashaya bakhumbula ekubo. ( we shall defeat our opposition so that they begin yearning for their. Homes).
Long ago there was a sound in the night. Kwela man, singing under the street light. A cheap guitar, he gave his sorrow a smile. And he sowed his songs in the alley ways mile upon mile.
Every day now when I wake up. You know I feel just a little bit stronger. I stir my coffee with the promise I'll find you. Although I know the road is much longer.
She rises for work early each day. She's tough and she's straight and her words never ricochet. The wounds that you gave her she wears like a bouquet.
You are a dreamer of dreams walking a lonely shore. Dream if you will but remember there are iron laws. However much you seek to solve this mystery. No one ignores the iron vice of history.