Bits of songs and broken drums  Are all he could recall  So he spoke to me  In a bastard tongue  Carried on the silence of the guns  "It's been a long long time  since they first came  And marched through our village  They taught us to forget our past  And live the future in their image"  Chorus  They said  'You should learn to speak a little bit of English  Don't be scared of a suit and tie.  Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner  -- I am a Third World Child  The Outworld's dreams are the currency  That grip the city streets  I live them out  But I have my own  Hidden somewhere deep inside of me  In between my father's fields  And the citadels of the rule  Lies a no-man's land which I must cross  To find my stolen jewel.  They said  'You should learn to speak a little bit of English  Maybe practise birth control  Keep away from controversial politics  So to save my third world soul  Chorus  They said  'You should learn to speak a little bit of English  Don't be scared of a suit and tie.  Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner  -- I am a Third World Child  Wo ilanga lobunzima  Nalo liyashona  Ukuthini asazi  Musa Ukukhala  Mntanami  Bits of songs and broken drums  Are all he could recall  But the future calls his name  Out loud  Carried on the violence of the guns