Muchas Gracias
Sometimes when a man is brave enough
To fight for the rights of his people
The costs can be very high
This is a song written for a man
Who was imprisoned, tortured, and killed
In a jail in South Africa
Esta canción fue escrita
Para un hombre con cura-coraje
Multo, coraje
Fue torturado y asesinado
En una prisión en Sudáfrica
Por los sufrientes de Sudáfrica
Y por Steven Biko
September ′77
Port Elizabeth, weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead
And the eyes of the world are watching now
Watching now
Watching now
Hey, hey, hey!
For all those suffering in South Africa
Hey, hey, hey!
For Nelson Mandela
Hey, hey, hey!
For all prisoners of concience
Hey, hey, hey!
Pa′ todas las sufrientes, ¡échele!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
For Steven Biko
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey! Todos!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey! Yo gosto, ustedes!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
