Colours of My People

The colours of my people

Are churning in my head

Since my mother wrote to me

With ornates for my hair

Well, black is for my people

And yellow is for the Sun

And red is for the ochre

That stains my skin and dances in my lung

Or maybe red is for our passion

And yellow is for the joy in our song

And black is for the dark storm brewing

Injustice, here we come

Brothers

Remember, you are kind

Oh, and sisters

You are powerful, oh Lord, and

Brothers don't listen to them you are capable of moving mountains

Oh, and sisters don't shy away

Your voice is authority, oh

Black is for my people

And yellow is for the Sun

And red is for the ochre

That stains my skin and dances in my lung

Or maybe red is for our passion

And yellow is for the joy in our song

And black is for the dark storm brewing

Injustice, here we come

Babala

Lyan binmal

Walgar

Lyan jalnga

Babala

Ma midjan gnan

Oh, walgar

Ma wanden

Well, black is for my people

And yellow is for the Sun

And red is for the ochre

That stains my skin and dances in my lung

Or maybe red is for our passion

And yellow is for the joy in our song

And black is for the dark storm brewing

Injustice, here we come

So maybe red is for our passion

And yellow is for the joy in our song

And black is for the dark storm brewing

Injustice, here we come

Justice, here we come