Biko Songtext
von Robert Wyatt

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead
Yila Moja Yila Moja is man dead man is dead

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead
Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Well it′s September seventy seven
Port Elizabeth weather fine
And it was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko Biko Biko oh Biko Biko Biko
Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead
Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Now when I try and sleep at night
I can only dream in red
You know the outside world seems black and white
With just one colour: dead

Oh Biko Biko Biko oh Biko Biko Biko


Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead
Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead
Now you can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flame begins to catch
The wind will fan it higher

Oh Biko Biko Biko oh Biko Biko Biko

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead
Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

And the eyes of the world they′re watching now
Watching now
Watching now
Say the eyes of the world they're watching now
I pray they're watching now
Watching now

I pray they′re watching now
Watching now
Watching now