Bits of songs and broken drums
Carried on the silence of the guns
It's been a long long time
And marched through the village
Oh they taught me to forget my past
And live the future in their image
I should learn to speak a little bit of English
Don't be scared of a suit and tie
Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner
The outworld's dreams are the currency
That grip the city streets
Hidden somewhere deep inside of me
In between my father's fields
And the citadels of the rule
Lies a no-man's land which I must cross
I should learn to speak a little bit of English
Don't be scared of a suit and tie
Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner
You should speak a little bit of English
Don't be scared of a suit and tie
Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner
Wo ilanga lobunzima nalo liyashona
Wo ilanga lobunzima nalo liyashona
Wo ilanga lobunzima nalo liyashona
Bits of songs and broken drums
Oh the future calls his name out loud
Echoed on the violence of the guns
I can speak a little bit of English
I am a seed, I have survived
I am the fire that has been molded
I can speak a little bit of English
I am a seed, I have survived
I am the fire that has been molded