U JONATHANE UYI JUDANA
UYI SIHLANYANA
U' MNGISANA UHI NZULANA
KODWA U JONATHANE U ME AFRIKA
NGE NZALO
IREBELE, ELEHLAZA ELEMILE

Between guitar and rifle
Jonathan chose well
The songs are pavements
Firebrand
Who give wings to the kids
The music made rust
Barbed wires
And being sawed many bars
To Soweto, in the ghetto
Jonathan nevertheless carry no flag

Among the black and the white
Jonathan did not choose
Because for the ancient time
He knows also
That all the bastards are grey
That the man is a wolf for the man
Almost everywhere
Jonathan knows nevertheless
That to Soweto, in the ghetto
The white wolves are wilder and nastier

Jonathan is little "feuj'" (Parisian slang : Jew) and a little bit crazy
A little bit British, a little bit Zulu
But Jonathan is African above all
Rebel, alive and standing

Between wolves, lambs
Jonathan, I chose you
You told me Neil Aggett
And Steve Biko
Being murdered by the fascists

Me I spoke to you about Eloi Machoro
Bastards that had the skin
And then Loïc, and then our cops
Jonathan, lend me your guitar which I explains you

Jonathan, I am as you a little bit crazy
A little bit Kanak (Resident of a french country named "Nouvelle Calédonie"), a little bit Zulu
A little to "beur" (Parisian slang : Arab), a little bit "Basque" (Resident of a french country named "Pays basque"), a little everything
Rebel, alive and standing

Between guitar and rifle
Jonathan chose well
The songs are pavements
Firebrand
Who give wings to the kids
The music made rust
Barbed wires
And being sawed many bars
To Soweto, in the ghetto
Jonathan nevertheless carry no flag. (Encore)