| Bayeza abafana bancane wema
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| Bayeza abafana bancane wema
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| Baphethe iqwasha, baphethe ibazooka
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| Bathi «sangena savuma thina,
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| Lapha abazange bengena abazali bethu
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| Nabadala, bayasikhalela thina ngoba asina voti.»
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| (the young boys are coming,
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| The young boys are coming.
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| They carry homemade weapons and a bazooka.
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| They say «we have agreed to enter a place
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| That has never been entered before
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| By our parents or our ancestors
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| And they cry for us, for we do not have the right to vote.)
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| Hayiyaah!
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| The west is sleeping in a fragile freedom
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| Forgotten is the price that was paid
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| Ten thousand years of marching through a veil of tears
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| To break a few links in these chains
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| These things come to us by way of much pain
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| Don’t let us slip back into the dark
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| On a visible but distant shore -- a new image of man
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| The shape of his own future, now in his own hands -- he says:
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| Chorus:
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| One 'man, one vote -- step into the future
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| One 'man, one vote -- in a unitary state
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| One 'man, one vote -- tell them when you see them
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| One 'man, one vote -- it’s the only way
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| Bayeza abafana abancane
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| (the young boys are coming)
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| Hayiyaah!
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| In the east a giant is awakening
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| And in the south we feel the rising tide
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| The soul inside the spark that gives breath to your life
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| Can no longer be made to hide
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| These things come to us by way of much pain
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| Don’t let us slip back into the dark
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| On a visible but distant shore -- a new image of man
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| The shape of his own future, now in his own hands -- he says:
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| Chorus |