 This is the unknown grave
The one who died maintaining his might
His will being so strong and musically inclined
His sad melodies coming out like smoke from the woodfire
And he sang:
Mayibuye iAfrica!
Sing now, Africa
Sing loud, Sing to the people
Let them give something to the world and not just take from it.
[Chorus:]
And we'll ring the bells when you come back...
We'll beat the drums when you come back home.
We'll ring the bells when you come back...
We'll beat the drums when you come back home
We'll ring the bells when you come back
We'll beat the drums when you come back home
Our lost African music, will turn into the music of the people
Yes the people's music, For the people's culture
And I'll be the one who'll climb up the mountain
Reaching for the top of our Africa dais
While the poor women working for the lazy lord sing!
[Chorus:]
Africa Sing! Africa Sing!
Sing Sing Africa! Sing Sing Africa!
Let this illusion of memory be over from the people's minds and souls
Our lost African music, will turn into the music of the people
Yes the people's music, For the people's culture
And I'll be the one who'll climb up the mountain
Reaching for the top of our Africa dais
While the poor women working for the lazy lord sing!
[Chorus:]
Africa Sing! Africa Sing!
Sing Sing Africa! Sing Sing Africa!
Let this illusion of memory be over from the people's minds and souls
[Chorus:]
And we'll ring the bells when you come back... (When you come back)
We'll beat the drums when you come back... (When you come back)
We'll ring the bells when you come back... (When you come back)
We'll beat the drums when you come back... (When you come back)
We'll ring the bells when you come back... (When you come back)
We'll beat the drums when you come back... (When you come back)
[repeat until the end]
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