Paroles et traduction Adam Tas - Skilpadtepel

Skilpadtepel

Hy was die baas van 'n dorperplaas, met die naam van Skilpadtepel.
Maar die reën bly weg, sy skape vrek, hy vat sy vrou na 'n ander plek.
Hy was die baas van 'n verlate plaas, met die naam van Skilpadtepel.
In die hartjie van die Boesmanland, waar die son 'n Christen in die hel in brand.
Hy bid vir reën mag God hom seën hierdie jaar.
En hy bid vir die Here, wat die Hemel en sy dorpers gemaak het.
En met gebuigde knieë, voor 'n droë krip gaan staan hy.
Oh ... en hy lag, want dit reën weer op Skilpadtepel.
En sy koring kom, sy Gannatjies blom.
Ja en hy lag, want dit reën weer op Skilpadtepel.
En sy koring kom, sy Gannatjies blom.
Daar op Skilpadtepel.
Instrumenteel
Hy drink sy Olof Bergh, nou met regte Coke.
Hy braai sy skaap op doringhout.
Sy veld loop geil, die tweeling lam.
Want daar onder op sy plaas staan 'n oorvol dam.
Ja en hy lag, want dit reën weer op Skilpadtepel.
En sy koring kom, sy Gannatjies blom.
Oh ... en hy lag, want dit reën weer op Skilpadtepel.
En sy koring kom, sy Gannatjies blom.
Oh ... en hy lag, want dit reën weer op Skilpadtepel.
En sy koring kom, sy Gannatjies blom.
Oh ... en hy lag, want dit reën weer op Skilpadtepel.
En sy koring kom, sy Gannatjies blom.
Daar op Skilpadtepel.

Tortoise shell

I was the boss of a farm, by the name of Tortoise shell.
But the rain stayed away, my sheep died, I took my wife someplace else.
I was the boss of a deserted farm, by the name of Tortoise shell.
In the heart of the Bushmen land, where the sun turns a Christian in hell on fire.
I pray for rain, may God bless me this year.
And I pray for the Lord, who made Heaven and his villagers.
And with bent knees, before a dry crib I will stand.
Oh ... and I laugh, because it is raining again on Tortoise shell.
And my corn comes, my daisy blooms.
Yes and I laugh, because it is raining again on Tortoise shell.
And my corn comes, my daisy blooms.
There on Tortoise shell.
Instrumental
I drink my Olof Bergh, now with real Coke.
I braai my sheep on thorn wood.
My field goes wild, the twins lamb.
Because there beneath on my farm is a brimming dam.
Yes and I laugh, because it is raining again on Tortoise shell.
And my corn comes, my daisy blooms.
Oh ... and I laugh, because it is raining again on Tortoise shell.
And my corn comes, my daisy blooms.
Oh ... and I laugh, because it is raining again on Tortoise shell.
And my corn comes, my daisy blooms.
Oh ... and I laugh, because it is raining again on Tortoise shell.
And my corn comes, my daisy blooms.
There on Tortoise shell.