We came for a toil
With faith in our labour's might
And gleaned for a spoil
In the field where there was once a fight
I remember like it was yesterday
When the ranks in the lines took our day
The sweat on our brow and the dust on our hair
Mocking the beginning of our inglorious stay
Through the lines and the times we mingled
Like prisoners of war,.battered and trampled
We fell,many times,stood again and bubbled
Aluta continua,we sang,with some pleasure as we struggled
Struggle to see our names in the scrrolls
Struggle,with a grin on the day of deception
Struggle,even for our rights
Struggle for the knowledge we hoped to gain
I hear the horn
And now I run
To catch that flight to motherland
Lest I die in no man's land
See them cling
To the door and to the windows
Like hawks on a ruptured splin
Pressed down,shaken together,like sardine
Oh how they say
Even Heraclitus and Anaximenes
Struggled all the way
So who are we to escape the mess
The morning came when the streets bore their march
They had been sentenced without mercy or compassion
Hardly did they know that dusk will bring the scorn
The scorn of the battlefield, even the scorn of death
Come brother,come!.,today they settle us
March with me and sing with me
Hold my hand to strengthen our ties
We'l be stronger,stronger together
Don't fall brother,don't fall
How has the bullet torn thy flesh
Oh don't leave me,.rise up brother
Thy blood stains the dust and even my tears
They chanted like the spartans
But with pen and paper as their sword and shield
Poor brothers sang in the morning
But in black now they'll do the mourning
Child! child!!..
Will it ever get easier
Will it ever get brighter
Shall the heavens turn this tide
Weep not brother
Comfort thyself
We shall reach the end
Dead or alive
It had been blood and sand
Even the white solid rock burns and crashes
Oh blood and sand
Ashes to ashes
