| Baleka uzohaqwa!
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| (escape before you are injured!)
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| Uwahaqwa!
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| (too late he is injured!)
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| Webaba sicel’impilo
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| (father, give us life, save our lives)
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| At the end of all bloody human storms
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| As the last embers and flames glow
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| We peer up into the wounded sky
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| And search for the human rainbow
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| And in the fading light I wonder why
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| We can never free it from the sky
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| Wangitshela lendaba
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| (you have told me of this thing)
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| I can see it, but never be it, until I free it From the sky
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| Chorus
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| Same old human story
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| The saddest winds do blow
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| While we are trapped in the language of dark history
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| Underneath a human rainbow
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| An angry young man draws in the air
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| Political equations
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| But time corrupts the fruit they bare
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| And leads to more desperation
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| While in the sky -- it’s a trick of the light
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| Shine the colors of all creation
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| Chorus
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| Ngizokutshela!
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| (I will tell you, that’s how it is).
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| Same old human story
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| Same old human story |