Bits of songs and broken drumsAre all he could recallSo he spoke to meIn a bastard tongueCarried on the silence of the guns"It's been a long long timesince they first cameAnd marched through our villageThey taught us to forget our pastAnd live the future in their image"ChorusThey said'You should learn to speak a little bit of EnglishDon't be scared of a suit and tie.Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner-- I am a Third World ChildThe Outworld's dreams are the currencyThat grip the city streetsI live them outBut I have my ownHidden somewhere deep inside of meIn between my father's fieldsAnd the citadels of the ruleLies a no-man's land which I must crossTo find my stolen jewel.They said'You should learn to speak a little bit of EnglishMaybe practise birth controlKeep away from controversial politicsSo to save my third world soulChorusThey said'You should learn to speak a little bit of EnglishDon't be scared of a suit and tie.Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner-- I am a Third World ChildWo ilanga lobunzimaNalo liyashonaUkuthini asaziMusa UkukhalaMntanamiBits of songs and broken drumsAre all he could recallBut the future calls his nameOut loudCarried on the violence of the guns