because Biko Hiromija, Hiromija The man is dead, the man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can never blow out a fire Once the flames begin to
and of many great sorrows Approached some candles and made them burn The chamberlain observed the dismal light And while he stared into the very same The fire
colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't
through the windows And my mind goes in a whirl Well there's a multitude of candles Burning in the windows of this world I'm looking at the colours Checking
colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't blow
Simeon Chair by the fire I feel a tremor Silent reminder You used to be there You are the princess My wanders wake you Fantasy playmate Candle light
tangerine and alchool and something that I don't know the name something in a botlle with flames point the fingers in the dark hold the candles to
one colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can