Lyrics and translation Laurika Rauch - Stuur Groete Aan Mannetjies Roux

Stuur Groete Aan Mannetjies Roux

My oom se motor is ′n ou masjien
Hy maak dit vol met dieselien
En hy sing in die strate as hy ons kom sien
My oom is oud en ek is skaars dertien

My oom drink koffie en my tannie tee
Ek vra oor die reën en hy sê ja-nee
En hy drink soet koffie met sy een oog toe
En hy praat weer oor die drie van Mannetjies Roux

O stuur ons net so 'n bietjie reën
My oom het ′n tenk vol dieselien
En seën my pa en seën my ma
En my oom op sy plaas in Afrika

Maar my oom het gesukkel op die plaas
Want die son was te warm en die reën te skaars
En die man van die bank het net sy kop geskud
Want my oom, ja my oom was te diep in die skuld

My oom se motor is 'n ou masjien
Hy maak dit vol met dieselien
En hy ry na die lande in die oggenddou
Die lande vaal en sy oë grou

O stuur ons net so 'n bietjie reën
My oom het ′n tenk vol dieselien
En seën my pa en seën my ma
En my oom op sy plaas in Afrika

En as jy in die oggend in die lande stap
Hoor jy nog sy motor met sy klak-klak-klak
Maar my oom, ja my oom se oë′s nou albei toe
In sy brief stuur hy groete aan Mannetjies Roux

O stuur ons net so 'n bietjie reën
My oom het ′n tenk vol dieselien
En seën my pa en seën my ma
En my oom op sy plaas in Afrika

Send Greetings to Mannetjies Roux

My uncle's car is an old machine,
He fills it up with diesel fuel,
And sings in the streets when he comes to see us,
My uncle is old, and I'm barely thirteen.

My uncle drinks coffee, my aunt drinks tea,
I ask about the rain, and he says, "Well, maybe,"
And he drinks sweet coffee with one eye closed,
And talks again about the three from Mannetjies Roux.

Oh, send us just a little rain,
My uncle has a tank full of diesel,
And bless my father and bless my mother,
And my uncle on his farm in Africa.

But my uncle struggled on the farm,
Because the sun was too hot, and the rain too scarce,
And the man from the bank just shook his head,
Because my uncle, yes, my uncle was too deep in debt.

My uncle's car is an old machine,
He fills it up with diesel fuel,
And he drives to the fields in the morning dew,
The fields are pale, and his eyes are gray.

Oh, send us just a little rain,
My uncle has a tank full of diesel,
And bless my father and bless my mother,
And my uncle on his farm in Africa.

And if you walk in the fields in the morning,
You can still hear his car with its clack-clack-clack,
But my uncle, yes, my uncle's eyes are now both closed,
In his letter, he sends greetings to Mannetjies Roux.

Oh, send us just a little rain,
My uncle has a tank full of diesel,
And bless my father and bless my mother,
And my uncle on his farm in Africa.