When You Come Back (1992)
In solitary confinement
In solitary confinement
The days shuffles lazily along seeming to stop whenever you think
When comes tomorrow or when is the day of release
Sunrise you never see only an officer with a well-rehearsed
“Alles reg! Dankie makhosi!”
Tumbling from his lips
Your watch is your sunrays
Strocking the tall jail walls you badly miss the crimson setting sun
With nothing in your hands to hasten the day on
With no book no paper to shut the stench of boredom and aloneness
You think think think till your nerves are like overstretched guitar strings
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
In solitary confinement
In solitary confinement
Days pass weeks melt into months
When am I going home
Mind takes winds to freedom. Free as a bird it flies across the seas and mountains
Visiting lands free and freely
Rejoicing and mingling with people merry and unfettered
Soaring high the mind goes taking me to the war streets of our bleeding land
Where people’s democracy is hammered out
Come night my bossom friend
In you I take pleasure
Bring me those sweet dreams just once again
Let them caress me till the sun is out
Oh night oh night my comfortable place
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
In solitary confinement
In solitary confinement
Fly me fast to the world of my liberty.
In solitary confinement
The days shuffles lazily along seeming to stop whenever you think
When comes tomorrow or when is the day of release
Sunrise you never see only an officer with a well-rehearsed
“Alles reg! Dankie makhosi!”
Tumbling from his lips
Your watch is your sunrays
Strocking the tall jail walls you badly miss the crimson setting sun
With nothing in your hands to hasten the day on
With no book no paper to shut the stench of boredom and aloneness
You think think think till your nerves are like overstretched guitar strings
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
In solitary confinement
In solitary confinement
Days pass weeks melt into months
When am I going home
Mind takes winds to freedom. Free as a bird it flies across the seas and mountains
Visiting lands free and freely
Rejoicing and mingling with people merry and unfettered
Soaring high the mind goes taking me to the war streets of our bleeding land
Where people’s democracy is hammered out
Come night my bossom friend
In you I take pleasure
Bring me those sweet dreams just once again
Let them caress me till the sun is out
Oh night oh night my comfortable place
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
la lala la lala…
In solitary confinement
In solitary confinement
Fly me fast to the world of my liberty.
envoyé par DoNQuijote82 - 2/7/2013 - 22:32
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