It was a Sunday morning
When I looked at those beautiful
Sunrays shining on our land
In the morning
I was standing by the kraal
When I saw those beautiful cattle
Approaching from above the horizon
This is the promised land
That our ancestors fought for tooth and nail
Cause it is hereditary
Wololo
When they were invaded
When they were invaded
By the British on our land
I remember those children
Running to the mountain
In the morning of initiation
Of individuality
Thina siyi Nkatha siy' azapo
Siyi PAC siy' azayo
Siyi ANC
Masihlangane ndawonye
Siy' azayo
Cross over the valley
Cross over the hillside
Cross over the mountains
The I saw that rising beauty
Of our community
Izizwe zingibiza ngomnt'amnyama mina
Zithi ngimnyama mina
Akunani ngifuzuuBaba
We were brought to live courageously
We were brought to live together
Nenzani madoda uma nixabana nodwa
Nesab'abelungu
Siyi Nkatha siy' azapo
Siyi PAC siy' azayo
Siyi ANC
Masihlangane ndawonye
Siy' azayo
Izizwe zonke ziyasihleka
Zithi awubhek'ilwane eSouth Africa
Ubuvaka benu sebenze nishayane nodwa
Ngoba nesab' abelungu
Siyi Nkatha siy' azapo
Siyi PAC siy' azayo
Siyi ANC
Masihlangane ndawonye
Siy' azayo
Di wololo
Di wololo
Azife zonke iMpondo zabathakathi
Kodwa nibe sabani abelungu
Change, change
Change, change
Changing times must never disturb
Our right thinking minds
Hostels used to be the place to meet
Hostels used to be the place to dance
Every Sunday was a feast
Sohlangan' edube
Iyo ngoba
Thina siyi Nkatha siy' azapo
Siyi PAC siy' azayo
Siyi ANC
Masihlangane ndawonye
Siy' azayo
Di wololo
Di wololo
Azife zonke iMpondo zabathakathi