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Siyayibiz' as'hambeni! Hayi, Ngane (We are calling: hey! let's go child of YamaShangane! the Shangaan) Oh the river is wide And the water is deep Got no money and I can't get to sleep Takes all my courage to look down that long road I am going to Giyani With such a heavy load I've got to: Shintsha (change) Qinga (strengthen myself) Qingel'isibindi (take courage) And don't give up Chorus Oh I'm going to Giyani Siyayibiz' as'hambeni! As'hambeni Oh I'm going to touch That magic mystery Leaving my troubles behind me Did you hear about the mouse That went to the cat for love The cat said: "Mouse, I can't be what you're dreaming of. You're so lonely. You've got it mixed up. You're looking down below for what lies up above." You've got to Shintsha (change) Qinga (strengthen myself) Qingel'isibindi (take courage) Don't give up Chorus..... |
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Oh no, you've gone again
I feel like Daniel in the lion's den Stone cold in the afternoon So alone in the empty room They say that four walls do not a prison make I'm trying to find a way out but there seems no escape When I feel the hidden power that lies inside your sound Like the ghost inside the atom that spins it round and round There's magic in some words, some things you can't explain That conjures up that feeling of the sun inside the rain Chorus When the wind is blowing like a lonesome train I reach out and touch you and I call your name When the night is lonely and I fear the coming day I reach out and touch you And I call your name -- ngibiza igama lakho Oh no, don't let the sun go down I'm so low, I feel underground There's no easy road and no easy way To say the things I have to say 'Cause I know that time is a distance and distance is a space I've come so far to find you, it's you I can't replace When I feel the hidden power that lies inside your sound Like the ghost inside the atom that spins it round and round There's magic in some words some things you can't explain That conjures up that feeling of the sun inside the rain Chorus |
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