Msaki – Blood Guns and Revolutions Lyrics

Msaki Blood Guns and Revolutions Lyrics, Blood Guns and Revolutions Lyrics by Msaki

Four thousand
Four thousand rounds of bullets
Ready to break black bodies again
Four vulturous
Four vulturous mortuary vans
And whose hands, whose hands have blood?

Contradictions fill the skies
“Batho Pele, Batho Pele,” they vow
Big-bellied politicians mutter ’bout how you’ll be remembered
The street names echo your fame, misused freedom songs your names
Your blood trickles down broken drains
Sometimes in vain

You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts
You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Fists in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts

Oh yeah mama
Yeah mama
Baleka mama
Oh baleka baba
Baleka baba
Nants’ imellow yellow

You died with nothing still
Although museums are filled
With stories of your ill-rewarded heroic deeds
The gaze of the martyrs falls heavy on our wills
Thick in the throats of youthful self-inflicted guilt

You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts
You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Fists in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts

Oh yeah mama
Yeah baba baleka
Oh oh
Oh baleka baba
Baleka baba
Nants’ imellow yellow

You raised your calloused hands
For a share in your own land
Your blood flooded the foothill onto wealthy hands
The gaze of the sons and daughters
Falls heavy with bloody questions
Thick in the lies of allies bound by miners’ blood

You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in the air now
Tear-gas in our hearts
You see, the cush of our youth
Still blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in the your backs now
Questions in our hearts

Oh baleka baba
Baleka baba
Nats’ imellow yellow
Oh baleka
Oh baleka Mambush
Baleka baba
Nants’ imellow yellow

Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba (Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba)
Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba (Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba)
Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba (Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba)
Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba (Jikel’ emaweni siyahamba)
Siyahamba bo siyahamba
Siyahamba bo siyahamba
Noba ningasidubula emqolo thina sithe siyahamba bo
Sihamba bo siyahamba

Four thousand
Four thousand rounds of bullets
Ready to break black bodies again
Four vulturous
Four vulturous mortuary vans
And whose hands, whose hands have blood?

Msaki Blood Guns and Revolutions Lyrics English Translation

Four thousand
Four thousand rounds of bullets
Ready to break black bodies again
Four vulturous
Four vulturous mortuary vans
And whose hands, whose hands have blood?

Contradictions fill the skies
“People First, People First,” they vow
Big-bellied politicians mutter ’bout how you’ll be remembered
The street names echo your fame, misused freedom songs your names
Your blood trickles down broken drains
Sometimes in vain

You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts
You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Fists in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts

Oh yeah mom
Yeah mom
Run away mom
Oh run away
Run away from the enemy
It’s yellow

You died with nothing still
Although museums are filled
With stories of your ill-rewarded heroic deeds
The gaze of the martyrs falls heavy on our wills
Thick in the throats of youthful self-inflicted guilt

You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts
You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Fists in the air now
Tear-gas in your hearts

Oh yeah mom
Yeah they run away
Oh oh
Oh run away
Run away from the enemy
It’s yellow

You raised your calloused hands
For a share in your own land
Your blood flooded the foothill onto wealthy hands
The gaze of the sons and daughters
Falls heavy with bloody questions
Thick in the lies of allies bound by miners’ blood

You see, the cush of your youth was blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in the air now
Tear-gas in our hearts
You see, the cush of our youth
Still blood, guns and revolutions
Bullets in your backs now
Questions in our hearts

Oh run away
Run away from the enemy
Nats’ imellow yellow
Oh run
Oh run Mambush
Run away from the enemy
It’s yellow

Turn on the rocks we go (Turn around the rocks we go)
Turn on the rocks we go (Turn around the rocks we go)
Turn on the rocks we go (Turn around the rocks we go)
Turn on the rocks we go (Turn around the rocks we go)
We’re leaving
We’re leaving
Even if you shoot us in the back we say we are going
We’re leaving

Four thousand
Four thousand rounds of bullets
Ready to break black bodies again
Four vulturous
Four vulturous mortuary vans
And whose hands, whose hands have blood?