Bits of songs and broken drums
Are all he could recall
So he spoke to me
In a bastard tongue
Carried on the silence of the guns
"It`s been a long long time
since they first came
And marched through our village
They taught us to forget our past
And live the future in their image"
Chorus
They said
`You should learn to speak a little bit of English
Don`t be scared of a suit and tie.
Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner
-- I am a Third World Child
The Outworld`s dreams are the currency
That grip the city streets
I live them out
But I have my own
Hidden somewhere deep inside of me
In between my father`s fields
And the citadels of the rule
Lies a no-man`s land which I must cross
To find my stolen jewel.
They said
`You should learn to speak a little bit of English
Maybe practise birth control
Keep away from controversial politics
So to save my third world soul
Chorus
They said
`You should learn to speak a little bit of English
Don`t be scared of a suit and tie.
Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner
-- I am a Third World Child
Wo! Ilanga lobunzima
Nalo liyashona
Ukuthini asazi
Mus` ukukhala
Mntanami
(Oh! We don`t know when this Sun of Hardship will set.
Don`t cry, my child.)
Bits of songs and broken drums
Are all he could recall
But the future calls his name
Out loud
Carried on the violence of the guns