Black President (Radio Edit)

The year 1963 The people's president Was taken away by security men All dressed in a uniform The brutality, brutality Oh, no, my black president Him and his comrades Were sentenced to isolation For many painful years For many painful years Many painful years Of hard labor They broke rocks But the spirit was never broken Never broken Oh, no, my, my black president Let us rejoice for our president Let us sing for our president Let us pray for our president Let us sing, let us dance For Madiba, Madiba's freedom Now in 1990 The people's president Came out from jail Raised up his hand and said "Viva, viva, my people" He walked the long road Back, back to freedom Back, back to freedom Freedom for our president Let us rejoice for our president Let us sing for our president Let us pray for our president Let us sing, let us dance For Madiba, Madiba's freedom Hmm maa Hmm maa Hmm maa Madiba Hmm maa Madiba Ahh, nyu ye uyee huu I will die for my president I will sing for my president I will stand and say Viva, viva, viva, viva, viva, viva my president