Biko
September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In Police Room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead
The man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead
The man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flame begins to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead
The man is dead
And the eyes of the world are watching now
Watching now
Peter Gabriel, 1980
Games Without Frontiers
Jeux sans frontières
Hans plays with Lotte
Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
If looks could kill they probably will
Jeux sans frontières |
Andre has a red flag
Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
If looks could kill they probably will
Jeux sans frontières |
Peter Gabriel, 1980