Black President

The year 1963

The people's president

Was taken away by security men

All dressed in a uniform

The brutality, brutality

Oh, no, my, my black president

Him and his comrades

Were sentenced to isolation

For many painful years

For many painful years

Many painful years

Of hard labor

They broke rocks

But the spirit was never broken

Never broken

Oh, no, my, my black president

Hmm maa, hmm maa, hmm ma mama

Hmm maa, hmm maa, hmm ma mama

Hmm maa, hmm maa, hmm ma Madiba

Hmm maa, hmm maa, hmm ma Madiba

Ahh uyem-yem

They broke rocks

But the spirit was never broken

Never broken

Oh my black president

Now in 1990

The people's president

Came out from jail

Raised up his hand and said

"Viva, viva, my people"

He walked the long road

Back, back to freedom

Back to freedom

Freedom for my black president

Let us rejoice for our president

Let us sing for our president

Let us pray for our president

Let us sing, let us dance

For Madiba, Madiba's freedom

We thank You, Lord

For listening to our prayers

Oh, my president

Baba Mandela

Baba Madiba

Baba Madiba

Yoh, yoh Siba

Yeh uSobitsho

My black president

I will die for my president

I will sing for my president

I will stand and say

Viva, viva, viva, viva, viva, viva my president