Never Give Up

Lolusizwe lungak'emhlabeni ngizolwenzani Kulukhuni wemadoda Hawulahlwa'mbheleko ngokufelwa Qina kuzalunga wendoda Walking around with his heart in his hands, Begging them to take it, but no one understands They won't listen to his story He is an old man that sleeps on the streets that he sweeps, While his wife stares at a bottle of poison and weeps She is plagued by worry Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina, Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina, Qina Wonke kuzalunga Those scars on your hands may remind you of a time when you had so many mountains to climb Those memories will bore you, he said Passing tall tall giants and a crooked businessman, on the way to a place you may never find But it was hope that you were running to Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina, Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina, Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina, Qina Wonke kuzalunga Qina, Qina Wonke kuzalunga