September '77 Port Elizabeth weather is fine It was business as usual In Police room 369 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja The man is dead
When I go to sleep at night All my dreams are red The outside world is black and white All the colours dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja The man is dead
You can blow out a candle But you can´t blow out a fire Once the wind begins to catch The flames go higher Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, Biko Biko
And the world is watching now watching nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
