Lyrics and translation Koos Kombuis - Coca-Cola Nooi

Coca-Cola Nooi

Jy het my in die restaurant opgefix.
Jy was besig om milkshakes en omelet's te mix
Toe kom ek in, en sê: "Ek's André'
En toe wil jy weet: "Is jy lief vir my?'
Ek antwoord: "Ek weet nie, ons kyk maar'
"Ek was net op soek na die naaste Wimpy-Bar'
"Ek's joune vir altyd, check jou mate'
En ek scheme by myself: "Maar altyd is 'n lang tyd'
Jy's my Coca-Cola nooi, my Nescafé kaffee
Jy het eers geding jy gaan altyd met my mee
My Coca-Cola nooi, my Nescafé kaffee,
En toe jy wou bly, was die antwoord, "Nee'
"Want ek is nie PFP, nee, en ek is nie ANC'
Toe vat ek jou weg na 'n wrede straat,
Met graffiti teen die mure en haat
Snags is daar bendes en Polisie wat baklei,
Maar steeds klou jy soos 'n label aan my sy
Some say love, it is a river,
Maar hier is saam wees stomper as 'n razor
"How's your hand ol' mate? Rook nog 'n pyp'
Want die's mos die flip-side van die Fairest Cape
Koortjie
Jou pa het kom soek na sy derde-oudste dogter
Met 'n mes in sy sak, en 'n lyf vol alcohol
Hulle sê vir hom: "Sy bly daar saam met die digter'
En daai aand moes ons vir ons lewens weghol
Koortjie

Coca-Cola Girl

You fixed me up in the restaurant.
You were busy mixing milkshakes and omelets
Then I came in, and said: "I'm André'
And then you wanted to know: "Do you love me?'
I answered: "I don't know, we'll see'
"I was just looking for the nearest Wimpy-Bar'
"I'm yours forever, check your mates'
And I scheme to myself: "But forever is a long time'
You're my Coca-Cola girl, my Nescafé coffee
You first sued you would always come with me
My Coca-Cola girl, my Nescafé coffee,
And when you wanted to stay, the answer was, "No'
"Because I'm not PFP, no, and I'm not ANC'
Then I took you away to a cruel street,
With graffiti on the walls and hate
At night there are gangs and police fighting,
But still you cling to my side like a label
Some say love, it is a river,
But here being together is duller than a razor
"How's your hand ol' mate? Smoke another pipe'
Because that's the flip-side of the Fairest Cape
Fever
Your father came looking for his third-oldest daughter
With a knife in his pocket, and a body full of alcohol
They tell him: "She lives there with the poet'
And that night we had to run for our lives
Fever