With God on Our
icala
Bob Dylan
Oh my name it
is nothin’
Ubudala bam buthetha kancinci
Ilizwe endiphuma kulo
Ibizwa ngokuba yiMidwest
I’s taught and brought up there
Imithetho yokuthotyelwa
Naloo mhlaba ndihlala kuwo
InoThixo kwicala layo.
Oh iincwadi zembali ziyaxela
Bayichaza kakuhle
Imikhosi yamahashe yahlasela
AmaIndiya awa
Imikhosi yamahashe yahlasela
AmaIndiya afa
Owu ilizwe laliselitsha
NoThixo kwicala layo.
Oh the Spanish-American
Imfazwe yaba nomhla wayo
Kwaye iMfazwe yombango nayo
Kwakhawuleza kwagqitywa
Namagama amagorha
I’s made to memorize
Bephethe imipu ezandleni zabo
NoThixo kwicala labo.
Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
Isizathu sokulwa
I never got straight
Kodwa ndafunda ukuyamkela
Yamkele ngebhongo
Ngokuba akubabali abafileyo;
Xa uThixo engakwicala lakho.
When the Second World War
Kwafikelela esiphelweni
Sawaxolela amaJamani
And we were friends
Nangona babulala izigidi ezithandathu
Kwii-oveni baqhotse
AmaJamani nawo ngoku
Yiba noThixo kwicala labo.
I’ve learned to hate Russians
Kubo bonke ubomi bam
If another war starts
Ngabo ekufuneka silwe nabo
Ukubathiya nokuboyika
Ukubaleka nokuzimela
Kwaye wamkele konke ngenkalipho
UThixo esecaleni lam.
Kodwa ngoku sinezixhobo
Of the chemical dust
Ukuba sibagxothe siyanyanzeleka ukuba
Emva koko kufuneka sibagxothe
Ukucofa iqhosha elinye
Kwaye ukudubula kwihlabathi jikelele
Kwaye awusoze ubuze imibuzo
Xa uThixo engakwicala lakho.
In a many dark hour
Bendicinga ngale nto
NguYesu Kristu lowo
Wangcatshwa ngokuncamisa
Kodwa andikwazi kukucingela
Kuya kufuneka wenze isigqibo
Ngaba uYudas Skariyoti
WayenoThixo kwicala lakhe.
Ke ngoku njengoko ndihamba
I’m weary as Hell
Ukubhideka endizivayo
Akukho lwimi lunokuxela
Amazwi azalise intloko yam
Kwaye ukuwa phantsi
Ukuba uThixo ungakwicala lethu
Uya kumisa imfazwe elandelayo.