Biko
Ton : DEnglish
ASeptember '77, Port ElDizabeth weather fine
AIt was business as usual In poDlice room 619
AOh Biko, Biko, becaDuse Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
GYihla MojBma, Yihla Moja
DThe man is deAad, the man is dead
AWhen I try to sleep at nighDt I can only dream in red
AThe outside world is black and white DWith only one colour dead
AOh Biko, Biko, becaDuse Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
GYihla MojBma, Yihla Moja
DThe man is deAad, the man is dead
AYou can blow out a candle But Dyou can never blow out a fire
AOnce the flames begin to catchD The wind will blow it higher
AOh Biko, Biko, becaDuse Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
GYihla MojBma, Yihla Moja
DThe man is deAad, the man is dead
AAnd the eyes of the world arDe watching you now
They're watching you now,