(Yoh... eish...)
Kumusha, we are coming...
(Aweh, siyaya ekhaya)
Leaving the busy streets of Jozi, the neon lights turn cold
The storm has come, the painful stories have been told
We pack our bags, we cross the Limpopo where the waters flow
With our dignity intact, it is time for us to go
(Eish, we go home now)
Tiri kuenda kumusha, we are going home
No more running in the night, no more living in fear
Siyaya ekhaya, we are going home
My sister dry your eyes, my brother wipe the tear
Zimbabwe, open your arms, your children are coming back
In the land of our ancestors, there is no love we lack
From Harare to Bulawayo, the soil is warm and red
We will till the fertile earth, our people will be fed
No matter the fire we walked through, our spirit will not break
We will rebuild our lives, for our children's sake
(Yebo, we rise again)
Tiri kuenda kumusha, we are going home
No more running in the night, no more living in fear
Siyaya ekhaya, we are going home
My sister dry your eyes, my brother wipe the tear
Zimbabwe, open your arms, your children are coming back
In the land of our ancestors, there is no love we lack
We are home...
Kumusha...
No more running.
(Siyaya ekhaya... sharp sharp)