Tshabalala

I lift my hands high and salute my forefathers
Kings of the crown that I wear from my mothers
Side a family made from song passed on
To children that have grown to be elders of my pride
I speak the language of the people of the first god
Diluted into words that spits like gunfire
Bob or bob shot at the time upon the time
When war in the world was as normal as but fly

Ngithi umtshele uTshabalala umtshele uTshabalala
(donga dilika donga dilika)
Umtshele uTshabalala umtshele uTshabalala
(donga dilika donga dilika)
Umtshele uTshabalala umtshele uTshabalala
(donga dilika donga dilika)
Umtshele uTshabalala umtshele uTshabalala
(donga dilika donga dilika)

I know boring southern land broke my only heart
When they did not realize
To be part of them from the start
A long way from pondo land I shame my only thoughts
That linger in my mind so Im not colour blind
When I teach coloure tribes there is only black or white
Installed in their minds faster than emergency flights
Come right (poshly) ten sharp (pasted)
You might catch your feet had to tap into my brain

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Umtshele uTshabalala umtshele uTshabalala
(donga dilika donga dilika)
Umtshele uTshabalala umtshele uTshabalala
(donga dilika donga dilika)

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