de "Ciclo Sem Fim/Nants' Lebo ingonyama bagithi BabaSithi

were you like as a child, Elton?""As a

jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

men say"Looks like rain todayCrackled on the speakersTrickled down

a little bit funny, this feeling insideI'm not one

Elton John, A Tribe Called hear electric music (What

it overReach across the lineLet's talk about it, tell

go breaking my couldn't if I honey if

Quando eu for rei ninguém vai me vencer em nenhum duelo!Eu

had your grand illusion and wrestled with your fateThe

as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn, my pops

know we've been out on strike for eight months

the pines will be falling everywhereAs the village children

1: Elton a hill long ago, on a cold

they say that it's a factIf you watch the

1: Chad getting late, I haven't seen my dateSo

all lead such elaborate livesWild ambitions in our sightsHow an

life, one has to face a huge assortmentOf nauseating fads

when we start we say foreverWe say we care,

& ingonyama bagithi uhm ingonyama'Ngonyama ba boHi'