Eh bahran
Eh bah reh nan
Rani eh bahran
Eh bahran
Eh bah reh nan
Rani eh bahran
There on the dust land
The sun burning parched arid land
Famine and warfare
And ma**es that moved
Fires that raged
In the sky back and forth, forth and back
Fires that raged in the skies of men's hearts
Ragged and torn
Over fences and fields they come
To where they've been told
There'll be streets paved in gold
High on the dumps
In their dumps looking down on us
Home fires that burn and a faint acrid hue
Can you see the broken ones are bent and doubled
Ones are ones who drag their lives
Beneath the grey and shifting skies
Can you hear the hungry ones are bent and haggard
Ones are clutching grabbing
Ones whose numbered days are flashing by
Cities had vanished and rivers had coursed different routes
Flooding the marshlands and silting the sea
People had said there was food to be had in the south
Many had crept there and some had survived
Many had fled from the war on the eastern front
To bright lights that shone in the cold Highveld sky
Living in holes in the ground roofed with tin and wood
On the white cyanide dumps where the earth had spewed gold
Supermarkets out of food
Nowhere to buy the goods
The homesteads double burglar-proofed and wired
Someone on the early news
The flash and flicker news
The spurt and stammer news announce
The president retired
Eh bahran
Eh bah reh nan
Rani eh bahran