Bayeza abafana bancane wema   Bayeza abafana bancane wema   Baphethe iqwasha, baphethe ibazooka   Bathi "sangena savuma thina,   Lapha abazange bengena abazali bethu   Nabadala, bayasikhalela thina ngoba asina voti."      (the young boys are coming,   The young boys are coming.   They carry homemade weapons and a bazooka.   They say "we have agreed to enter a place   That has never been entered before   By our parents or our ancestors   And they cry for us, for we do not have the right to vote.)      Hayiyaah!      The west is sleeping in a fragile freedom   Forgotten is the price that was paid   Ten thousand years of marching through a veil of tears   To break a few links in these chains   These things come to us by way of much pain   Don't let us slip back into the dark   On a visible but distant shore -- a new image of man   The shape of his own future, now in his own hands -- he says:      Chorus:   One 'man, one vote -- step into the future   One 'man, one vote -- in a unitary state   One 'man, one vote -- tell them when you see them   One 'man, one vote -- it's the only way      Bayeza abafana abancane   (the young boys are coming)      Hayiyaah!      In the east a giant is awakening   And in the south we feel the rising tide   The soul inside the spark that gives breath to your life   Can no longer be made to hide   These things come to us by way of much pain   Don't let us slip back into the dark   On a visible but distant shore -- a new image of man   The shape of his own future, now in his own hands -- he says:      Chorus