| Here we stand on the edge of the day
|
| Faces melting in the african rain
|
| So many seasons of silent war
|
| So many drowned before they reached the shore
|
| Nothing is clear to me any more in this sad and strange landscape
|
| I’ve got no defense, I’ve got no attack
|
| I can’t leave, I can’t stay and I’ve got no way back
|
| Hard to deal with the way things have been
|
| I can’t lie but the truth is so extreme
|
| Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine
|
| Hide me deep inside your borders in these dark and troubled times
|
| Remember me my innocence before I drowned in the sea of lies
|
| Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine
|
| Too many seasons of quiet rage
|
| Too many young people just wasted away
|
| Too many futures hanging in the balance
|
| Too much owing nothing left to pay
|
| A lonely flag flutters in the breeze
|
| For the hardened hearts who still want to believe
|
| Am I the witness or am I the crime
|
| A victim of history or just a sign of the times
|
| Across my heart questions and shadows still fly
|
| But in the dead of the night I know where the answer lies
|
| Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine
|
| I have no flag, I sing no anthem, I no longer carry an armalite
|
| Bathe me in you sweet rivers, anoint me with your touch and your smile
|
| To your colours I give my allegiance, I lay it on the line
|
| Ngikhathele ngifile wena weqat' izwe
|
| (I am dead tired of you who causes friction in the land)
|
| Ngikhathele ngifile zindaba zakho
|
| (I am dead tired of you, and your matters)
|
| Yash' imizi yobada
|
| (the homes of my fathers are burning) |