Memories of, 的回忆，

Memories of Soweto. 索韦托的回忆。

   

Sing whoa, 唱哇，

From London to Soweto, 从伦敦到索韦托，

A street soul in the ghetto. 街头的灵魂在贫民窟。

Back from the West Indies, 返回从西印度群岛，

When I'm in the city let my mind echo, 当我在这个城市让我的心灵呼应，

Memories of Soweto. 索韦托的回忆。

And anywhere that we go, 和任何地方，我们去了，

I'm letting you know, 我让你知道，

The walk of a Street Soul. 一条街灵魂的步行路程。

   

Look man, 看的人，

I was born there. 我出生在那里。

I mean bred there. 我的意思是孕育在那里。

I mean without the bread. 我的意思是没有面包。

Viva was all I had. 非凡是所有我。

The people sang Amandla and the streets were red. 人们唱Amandla号和满街都是红色的。

Liberation was a dream that we never had. 解放是一个梦想，我们从未有过的。

As I took a back seat on my mumma's back, 当我把后座上的我马马背上，

And I looked over the shoulder and saw the hurt. 我查了一下肩膀，看到了伤害。

Mumma let me kill this song for you, 马马让我杀了这首歌给你，

After all this years this is Uhuru. 毕竟这几年，这是乌呼鲁。

   

I stepped off a jet plane I'm in S.A once again, 我走下一架喷气式飞机我在S.A再次，

With the faces of change and the feelings' the same. 随着变化的面孔和情感“是一样的。

And the lines on my hands are as free as this land. 和我手中的线一样自由这片土地。

But it wasn't always so, 但事实并非总是如此，

Still reminds me of home. 还是想起了我的家。

   

Mumma let me kill this song for you, 马马让我杀了这首歌给你，

After all this years this is Uhuru 毕竟这几年，这是乌呼鲁

   

Sing whoa 唱哇

Sing whoa 唱哇

Sing yeah. 唱啊。

   

What our memories in times of, 什么我们在时光的记忆，

Inspired I exemplify. í灵感体现。