Sweet Noise Chaos Lyrics

Zukile:

Into zomhlaba (repeat) Things of Life
Phaphama (repeat) Wake Up
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
Sweet Noise Sweet Noise and Zukile from the location to Poland
Skhipha Malang AK eLokhshini to Poland
Zukile Aka Malang efela Zukile the one and only
Azishe lapho Burn the Fire
Azishe Azishe Azishe Burn burn burn
Skhipha iDust gcwala Face the Dust

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 know you can

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

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 f___ers 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 b_____ 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

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