Umuthi Lyrics In English

Gol 'health is not there
There is no love
It is full of greed
Everyone is so proud of themselves
Gol 'health is not there
There is no love
It is full of greed
Everyone is so proud of themselves

I hear the cries of the armies oh
They call me home
I hear the cries of the armies oh
They call me home

I miss home
My feet hurt
At Felubala, I lay in my mother's arms
I miss home
My feet hurt
At Felubala, I lay in my mother's arms

I hear the cries of the armies oh
They call me home
I hear the cries of the armies oh
Hee eh they call me home

Every day on the calendar
Every day on the calendar
I'm still a mine and working
At home I see them in December
Every day on the calendar
Every day on the calendar
I'm still a mine and working
At home I see them in December

Ow a plane carrying a healing medicine
Ow a plane carrying a healing medicine

The wind, the storm, and the voice came out
All over South Africa, the airplane
Nowhere do they go, they are still human
The human diameter is compared to a black diamond
It's a little weird for a girl
You hate a naughty boyfriend
Only the old tune is touched by a new hand
The song was reborn in Ladysmith with a smile all over Africa
He said "the beautiful song is repeated"
Rewrite Cofi and then I rewrite