They crossed the sea and heard us calling
In musical times where the world keeps falling
With the rhythms order in the don of time
These my great enforces collide
With unction voice on further beats
Reaching the gaps where they said we couldn't meet
Landing the electronic tones of our African vocal codes
See music has no color
And though Africa is our mother
We are all children of sound dancing as one
Celebrating our daughters and sons and song
Ngoba thina siyacula

Music is our culture
Its in the lullabies of our mothers and the voices of our freedom fighting fathers
Ngoba thina siyacula
Its in the footsteps of our ancestors and yours its in the courage travels far and shows
Ngoba thina siyacula
During good times and through hunger thina siyacula
Through sunshine's and rain regardless of the pain thina siyacula
And you have heard us so let future and the past collide
let the music reconcile
All the stories we've been told
When we control new and old
On the journey beyond white and black
On a journey where we look back and take where have been to and where we ar going
With hands holding these connect the beat and sound sound sound sound sound