Lyrics and translation Zola feat. Thembisile - Don't Cry

Don't Cry

Cel' usul' izinyembez 'ungakhali
(Wuuu wu)-kuzolunga
(Shhhhhhhhhhh shhhhh)
Ungakhal'-ungakhali
Ungakhali
Ok- ola
One more time
(Don't cry)
Thul' ungakhali pls sulezo nyembezi,
Ubambisandla sami we my people ekas
Oh-thulungakhali pls sulezo nyembezi,
Ubambisandla sami we my people ekas
Oh-thul' ungakhali pls sulezo nyembezi,
Ubambisandla sami we my people ekas
Come-on thul' ungakhali pls sulezo nyembezi,
Ubambisandla sami we my people ekasi-come-
On
Bhu!!!
Kwaphinde kwaw' umatrass,
Nak' amajimbosi enza umama umfelokazi
Wakhala wakhabakhaba waphalaz' igazi
Khinxi pho! pho! pho!
Majimbos ekasi,
Bamchith' amapop corn agcwal' istrat
Sodibana boguluva lapho nidonsa majazi
Izihlobo, izelamani nabu nobufakazi
Kulelindoda emadodeni umfana kithi syamazi
Stress iphilisi nogavin
Kwenza aboguluva banukwelwe igazi,
Look I had a choice ukuth ngblome
Emakhishin,
Forget this life kumele kude ngbali mali, but I
Couldn't inkaba yami isele ekasi
It breaks my heart ngbonolov' emakhoneni
Kusho kona ukuthi imisebenzi ayitholakali
Kumanzi imicamelo abomama ngezinyembezi
So fk this lyf
Udarkie uhlal' emikhukhwini
Young black and gifted
Sesgcwele masyleni
Day after day sobalahl' emathuneni
Ishisa ngaphakathi nalengom' ivuzigazi

Don't Cry

Don't wipe your tears away my baby
(Wuuu wu)-my love
(Shhhhhhhhhhh shhhhh)
Don't cry-don't cry
Don't cry
Ok- okay
One more time
(Don't cry)
Please stop crying my dear, wipe those tears away,
I'll hold your hand my people in the hood
Oh-please stop crying my dear, wipe those tears away,
I'll hold your hand my people in the hood
Oh-please stop crying my dear, wipe those tears away,
I'll hold your hand my people in the hood
Come-on please stop crying my dear, wipe those tears away,
I'll hold your hand my people in the hood-come-
On
Bhu!!!
On the mattress once again,
And the young men made my mother a widow
She cried, she staggered and spilled blood
Why oh why! oh why!
Young men in the hood,
They finished the popcorn and filled the streets
We met at the tavern where we do our thing
Relatives, cousins and even the evidence
To this man among men, boy we know him
Stress is a disease and it's killing
It makes young men smell blood,
Look I had a choice to shoot
In the shacks,
Forget this life I should get far away get money, but I
Couldn't my homestead is still in the hood
It breaks my heart I see poverty in the corners
That means there are no jobs
The camels in the water - the mothers with tears
So fk this lyf
The darkies live in the dustbins
Young black and gifted
We are jam-packed in hospitals
Day after day they sleep in the streets
It's hot inside and the soul bleeds