Chaos - Sweet Noise

Another dawn breaking

I’m all alone

Through this nights and days on my own

I’m a lost soul knocking on your door

Victims of terror and civil war

My brothers and sisters

Living on the run

Hate to see you brake and suck their guns

Life is pain but it’s hard to die

Hard to live among the thieves and lies

When the doves cry my beauty is born

Brother step for a while and make it your home

No losers

No better no worse

Down in the gutters I

I know you can

Rise rise refuse and resist

My child of fury

You’re the one I miss

Rise rise refuse and resist

My child of fury

You’re the one I miss

In your eyes see stars of faith

Don’t give up

Accept the pain

When your freedom dies

I break down and cry

When your freedom dies

It means the end

Of our road

Of our road

When your freedom dies

I break

Zukile:

Asikho isikhathi sokuhlala uhlanye (There's no time to sit around and be mad)

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda (It's hot, it’s cold)

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa (It's cold, it’s hot)

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala (There's dust, there’s poverty)

Skhule kanzima (We grew up hard)

Singo mafunga angajiki (We commit ourselves, we don’t give up)

Sulinye mbezi (Wipe off your tears)

Rise rise refuse and resist

My child of fury

You’re the one I miss

Rise rise refuse and resist

My child of fury

You’re the one I miss

Your cry and fire in your eyes

Respect to the ones that live and try

I swear to God that the fuckers forgot

That you die of hunger in your broken homes

In the lands wiped of the map

I can feel the gap in my broken heart beating

Mama it’s dark

So dark and cold now

Where’s your promise

Where’s your pride and love now

Another dawn breaking

Out in the streets where life ain’t faking

No sun for this hungry child

Out in the bloody east

The west, north, south

Bare sticks

Dust and bricks

Politicians playing same dirty tricks

And the crowd got mad and my beauty got shot

Down in the gutter

In the mud and blood

Zukile:

Asikho isikhathi sokuhlala uhlanye (There's no time to sit around and be mad)

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda (It's hot, it’s cold)

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa (It's cold, it’s hot)

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala (There's dust, there’s poverty)

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa (It's cold, it’s hot)

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda (It's hot, it’s cold)

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala (There's dust, there’s poverty)

Rise rise refuse and resist

My child of fury

You’re the one I miss

Rise rise refuse and resist

My child of fury

You’re the one I miss

Zukile:

Asikho isikhathi sokuhlala uhlanye There’s no time to sit around and be mad

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda It’s hot, it’s cold

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa It’s cold, it’s hot

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala There’s dust, there’s poverty

Skhule kanzima We grew up hard

Singo mafunga angajiki We commit ourselves, we don’t give up

Sulinye mbezi Wipe off your tears

Shebeleza Skhiphani Shebeleza, what is happening?

Qhawu Qhawuku ujingi The swing is broken

Qhawu Qhawuku ujingi abantwana bedlala The swing has broken while the children

are playing

Kuqhuma irhuluwa There’s a smell of gunpowder

Umtwana zibekhe kahle Child please take care of yourself

Kuqhuma irhuluwa ilife ngamahla ndenyuka There’s a smell of gunpowder,

Life is up and down

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa It’s cold, it’s hot

Sihlanganisa amathe neNyembezi We mix spit and tears