Bakujika bathi andina ntliziyo,
bathi imbi, bathi ndikhohlakele
Kuba abayazi into endiyithweleyo

Everything looks beautiful
when you look through rose coloured glasses,
kuba inyani abayazi
How can they not blame me?

Ndiyilindele kungekho ngoku
Kudala
I’m always ready with or without preparation

I’ve always forgiven you
I don’t keep record of the wrongs you commit
I forgive and forget those wrongs
And move on with life

Making sure that no bygones hold me back
Because then I will be holding myself prisoner:
Emotionally, physically and spiritually

But in the end they still don’t know the truth,
because those glasses never become clear as crystal
Kodwa bathi andina ntliziyo, ndikhohlakele
What do they know?