Past is the past “Ezayizolo Zidlulule”
Yes, yesterday saw a painful situation.
I see a new dawn with new beginnings.
I hear the voices of celebration,
I feel the excitement of freedom.
I’m free to walk without a dompas
They vagabond into a variminous vapour
But I’m walking in a fresh smelling South Africa.
There was no channel to trammel,
the road was blocked with obstacles.
Today I can reach any destination in South Africa.
A thousand times my soul feels free,
Black and White are friends I see.
Racial discrimination is over,
they bond like tongue and saliva,
my thoracic cavity smoothly opens to scream
the excitement of freedom.
Our motherland feeds foreigners, refugees and us
equally.
The chambers of concrete jungles are filled by a rainbow nation.
My voice is loud as I say
the worst is over.