Thank you
This is the Steven Biko

September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead
The man is dead

When I try and sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead
The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
Thе wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, bеcause Biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead
The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are watching now
Watching now

Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!