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