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| Die Donker The Dark | |
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In die donker gang is een Lig wat skyn maar die vlam is delikaat en fyn en ek verlang na die Lentetyd om my Oom so plaas, sonder elektrisiteit my tannie se "my kind, my kind" Die liefde en die motte is blind" die vlam is delikaat en fyn en kan soos'n dief en die donker nag verdwyn En in die donker gang het ek naar iets verlang het ek die wind hoor sing, Lente sal liefde bring. Ek het die nag sien kwyn dis net die Son wat nou verdwyn en soos die aarde draai sal 'n haan weer kraai. Laat die Aand word soos nag word dag soos die storm bars met al sy krag en ek het in de gang weggekruip want ek was so bang vir die elektrisiteit Diep in die donker gang het ek naar iets verlang het ek die wind hoor sing, Lente sal liefde bring. Ek het die nag sien kwyn dis net die Son wat nou verdwyn en soos die aarde draai sal 'n haan weer kraai. Als die donker my kom haal en die Here my nie soek nie as die osonlaag vergaan het en in 'n kandelaar van sterre val begrawe my hart op klein tambootieboom en strooi my as oor die bosveld horison. | |
English Translation | |
In the dark corridor I saw a light, but the flame was delicate and frail. I yearned for springtime on my uncle's farm without electricity. My aunt said, "My child, my child, love and moths are blind." The flame is delicate and frail, and like a thief it can disappear in the night. Deep within the corridor I yearned for something. The wind was singing that spring would bring love. I could hear the day withering it was only the sun disappearing. And as certain as the earth that turns, a cock would crow again. One evening the night turned to day as the storm erupted with all its force. And I hid in the corridor, because I was afraid of the electricity. Deep within the corridor I yearned for something. The wind was singing that spring would bring love. I could hear the day withering it was only the sun disappearing. And as certain as the earth that turns, a cock would crow again. When the shadows come to fetch me, and when the good Lord does not look out for me, when the ozone layer perishes and falls into a chandelier of stars, lay my heart to rest in Klein Tambotieboom* and scatter my ashes across the Bushveld horizon. Note: *Klein Tambotieboom is a farm in the Limpopo Province of South Africa. Credits Song: South African folk song Music arranger: André van der Merwe Choir: Stellenbosch University Choir Sound Engineer: Dr Gerhard Roux Audio recorded at Woordfees in the Endler, Stellenbosch Video Production: Regardt Visser Choir Management: US Woordfees - sing@sun.ac.za Music video: Courtesy of Stellenbosch University Choir Text & translation: Stellenbosch University Choir Selected and transcribed by: Henry Muldrow Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. | |
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