Pretoria-City, heart of Transvaal, Suffers a cold night, 9 to 10 p.m. In the darkness I see reflectors Of helicopters diving in the sky On the streetsides: gross policemen, Bawling people, streetwalking whores Excelsior Africa, your heart is tumbling Sacred goldland, your ship is drowning One is waiting inside a prisoncell Inevitably he must be released! Burning gaslamps, burning corpses On the stake of liberty White kills Black, Black kills White Fire goes earth, water reveals air... Rubber truncheons break up heads Legs must stumble With a board between one's knees! Echoes hoodwink, sirenes howling Goodness me! It's witchcraft that I see! One is waiting behind the mirror On his robe the badge of KGB! Legs must stumble, heads gotta roll Iron helmets: gifts of USA! A nice "white" X-mas!, happy new year, The fire's still burning, melting snow in the sun... Beside the terror a little sneer White farmers chattering: "Nothing to be done!" On the streetsides: gross policemen Legs must stumble: even when they're black!