Biko (Live)

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!