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Sitting in her bed |
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But inside her head |
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She can see all the colours of the sun |
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She travels time and space |
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To when the world was young |
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She's taking notes on the run |
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She sees the faces |
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And tries to fit the names |
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Understanding strange moments in the game |
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She knows that if you look back in anger |
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You will never be free |
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She's going home and I hear her singing to me |
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Ubani Bengathintha Thina |
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Who can touch us |
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Sibamba Ilanga Nangezandla |
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For we can hold the sun even with our bare hands |
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Will I really touch the sun? |
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Will I really be the one? |
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The fire in flame that colours in your name |
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Holding out my hands |
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A shiny yellow band |
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Burns away the pain |
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Dries out the rain |
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In the darkness she recalls all that was said |
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And the years she spent looking for love |
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'Mama! did you see me fall? |
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'Brother! did you hear my call? |
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'People! can you see the race I have run? |
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Time is not her own, and she feels it in her bones |
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There's a strange hand tugging at her soul |
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Closing her eyes she's a young girl dancing free |
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And she hears an old song as she slides into a dream |
