Oh Shaka, your mother Is not the first mother to die Oh Shaka, my brother Can you hear me now, will you see the light?
You’ve sentenced all expecting mother and their husbands to be killed That no one should experience the pain that you currently feel But there’s no sense in that No, there’s no sense in that Can you hear your people weeping now?
Shaka, great Father You’re the apple of our eyes Oh Shaka, my brother Can you hear me now, will you see the light?
You’ve sent the cattle to their graves and killed the farmers in their fields And thousands more for not displaying adequately how they feel And there’s no milk in the land No, there’s no milk in the land Can you hear your people weeping now?
Shaka Your mother Is not the first mother to die Can you hear your people weeping now oh?
