Paroles et traduction Andries Bezuidenhout - Lied vir 'n Kind Wat Nooit Gebore Sal Word Nie

Lied vir 'n Kind Wat Nooit Gebore Sal Word Nie

Ek sou jou wou vertel van die Namib en die see
Om in sand te bestuur sou ek jou kon leer
Van maraboes en lepelaars
Die Karoo se rus as die wind bedaar
Die reuk van ʼn boek en drukkersink
Om jou pad deur Yeoville en Houghton te vind
Hoe donderweer die see in sink

Daar's soveel meer wat ek sou wou ophaal
Maar nog meer as dit waarvan ek jou wou spaar
Dis ook my manier om ʼn land te verlaat

Ek sou jou wou vertel van poker en skaak
Dat wat jy vra meer as die antwoord saak maak
Om lig te trap vir hulle wat te seker is
Dat ʼn uitsig soms beter as mure is
Dat gedigte ligter as wrokke lag
Om stil musiek in geraas te verwag
Om soms te stop en soms te jaag

Daar's soveel meer wat ek sou wou ophaal
Maar nog meer as dit waarvan ek jou wou spaar
Dis ook my manier om ʼn land te verlaat

Dis net dat ek jou soms so mis
Sonder kind of kraai verdwaal
Agter Kompasberg se mis

Daar's soveel meer wat ek sou wou ophaal
Maar nog meer as dit waarvan ek jou moes spaar
My enigste manier om ʼn planeet te verlaat

Song for a Child Who Will Never Be Born

I would tell you of the Namib and the sea
I could teach you to drive on sand
Of marabous and spoonbills
The Karoo's peace when the wind has planned
The smell of a book and printer's ink
To find your way through Yeoville and through Houghton
How the sea sinks thunder

There is so much more I would have liked to take up
But even more which I wanted to spare you
This is also my way of leaving a country

I wanted to tell you about poker and chess
That what you ask is more important than the answer
To tread lightly for those who are too sure
That a view is sometimes better than walls
That poems laugh lighter than grudges
To expect quiet music in the noise
To sometimes stop and sometimes chase

There is so much more I would have liked to take up
But even more which I wanted to spare you
This is also my way of leaving a country

It's just that I miss you sometimes
Without child or crow I lose my mind
Behind Kompasberg's mist

There is so much more I would have liked to take up
But even more which I needed to spare you
My only way of leaving a planet