Phezulu
When the falcon dropped its prey in the desert
the wind began to howl
And the Mother gave thanks
for the bread of another day
From the people in the sky
CHORUS:
In the sky, my fiend
In the sky
In the sky it all began
In the sky, in the sky
When land becomes earth
Arid and dry
When the rivers quivers no more
And the people begin to die
Then look towards the sky
CHORUS
Hope from above
Hope in the sky
When thunder crashes
and lightning lights
Salvation from the gods
Life from above
Don’t ask why
CHORUS
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