Biko Remastered

Uyayo, Uyayo, uyayo kwafana Likazi. Uyaya, uyayo kwafana likazi. Uyaya, uyayo kwafana likazi. Uyayo, Uyayo, uyayo. September '77, Port Elizabeth's weather fine. It was business as usual In police room 619. Oh, Biko, Biko, Because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Do you love macho? Do you love macho? The man is dead. The man is dead. When I try and sleep at night, I can only dream in red. The outside world is black and white with Only one color dead. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Do you love macho? Do you love macho? The man is dead. The man is dead. You can blow out candle, But you can't blow out a fire. Once the flame begin to catch, The wind will blow it higher. Oh, Biko, Because Biko. Oh, Biko, Because Biko. Do you love macho? Do you love macho? The man is dead. The man is dead. And the eyes of the world are watching Now. Watching now.