Paroles et traduction Bittereinder - Almanak

Almanak

Tel'it op julle vingers, kinders,
Vinnig, vinnig, binne sulke
Tydlynseine verdwyn sekondes
Maande, planne, lande, lewens

Ek's weer spyt, maar dis verby, uitgevee soos bordkryt
Ek probeer tel agteruit, maar ek's altyd 'n paar vingers kwyt
Elke oomblik is besig om die verlede te word
Net soos alles netjies is moet ek dit weer begin uitsort
Hoe ouer ek word hoe vinniger vlieg die jaartjies, ai
Dit het seker maar te doen met die verkleinende persentasie
Van elke dag in verhouding met die res van my lewe
As ek te lank daaroor dink begin die vloerplanke bewe
Ek koop die tyd uit, omdat die dae boos is
Gee elke sent wat ek gespaar het vir 'n weermag van horlosies

Nou kan ek nie meer slaap nie, ek probeer die tyd verdryf
Maar ek is magteloos in 'n siklus, want net tyd kan dit uitwys
Daar is 'n tyd van kom en 'n tyd van gaan
Party dae verstaan ek dit, maar meeste dae is ek verslaan
Staan maar weer op want ek leef op geleende tyd
Plus wie nie pas op sy tyd is sy maaltyd kwyt
En voor ek my oë behoorlik kan vryf is die eerste vers verby

Tel'it op julle vingers, kinders,
Vinnig, vinnig, vinnig, vinnig

Ek steel minute van die toekoms, steek hulle veilig in my sak
Ek oorweeg nog 'n ooreenkoms met die swart kruisies op my almanak
'N plakboek van môre en elke bladsy is volgeplak
Ek is tydloos en tydsaam, 'n silwerskoon almanak
Ek steel minute van die toekoms, steek hulle veilig in my sak
Ek oorweeg nog 'n ooreenkoms met die swart kruisies op my almanak
'N plakboek van more en elke bladsy is volgeplak
Ek is tydloos en tydelik, 'n silwerskoon almanak

Party sê tyd is fiksie, party sê dit is nie
Maar ons is almal in 'n manier vasgebind aan 'n 24-uurgesiggie
Trek jou eie kruisies en wees eerlik oor jou bangwees
Die lang vrees van die laaste een is lankal in jou skaduwee
Ek tel sekondes in die wonde van my tong se vuur
Vrot van vergifnis in die stilte van my laaste uur
Leef drie keer gelyktydig, en net een is op die aarde
My tweede vlees is deur my God in 'n graf begrawe
My derde gees is lewendig alleenlik in die hemele
Ek's al drie in alle tye, altyd besig met die ewige
My tydlyn is 'n kolletjie wat in tien dimensies uitstrek
My almanak word juis bepaal deur hoe ek die somme uitwerk
Miskien praat ek nou in raaisels, miskien nie, hoe sou ek weet?
Ek voel altyd ek moet gou maak voor ek alles al weer vergeet
Ek leef al soveel jare soos die letters in ons alfabet
En as die boodskap van my lewe net uit een sin bestaan het:
Koop die tyd uit, omdat die dae boos is

Tel'it op julle vingers, kinders,
Vinnig, vinnig, vinnig, vinnig

Ek steel minute van die toekoms, steek hulle veilig in my sak
Ek oorweeg nog 'n ooreenkoms met die swart kruisies op my almanak
'N plakboek van môre en elke bladsy is volgeplak
Ek is tydloos en tydsaam, 'n silwerskoon almanak
Ek steel minute van die toekoms, steek hulle veilig in my sak
Ek oorweeg nog 'n ooreenkoms met die swart kruisies op my almanak
'N plakboek van more en elke bladsy is volgeplak
Ek is tydloos en tydelik, 'n silwerskoon almanak

Tel'it op julle vingers, kinders,
Vinnig, vinnig, vinnig, vinnig

Ek steel minute van die toekoms, steek hulle veilig in my sak
Ek oorweeg nog 'n ooreenkoms met die swart kruisies op my almanak
'N plakboek van môre en elke bladsy is volgeplak
Ek is tydloos en tydsaam, 'n silwerskoon almanak
Ek steel minute van die toekoms, steek hulle veilig in my sak
Ek oorweeg nog 'n ooreenkoms met die swart kruisies op my almanak
'N plakboek van more en elke bladsy is volgeplak
Ek is tydloos en tydelik, 'n silwerskoon almanak
Tel'it op julle vingers, kinders

Almanac

Count it on your fingers, children,
Quickly, quickly, within such
Timeline signals, seconds disappear
Months, plans, countries, lives

I'm sorry again, but it's over, erased like blackboard chalk
I try to count backwards, but I'm always a few fingers short
Every moment is becoming the past
Just as everything is neat, I have to start sorting it out again
The older I get, the faster the years fly by, oh
It probably has to do with the decreasing percentage
Of each day in relation to the rest of my life
If I think about it too long, the floorboards start to shake
I'm buying time because the days are evil
Give every cent I've saved for an army of clocks

Now I can't sleep anymore, I try to pass the time
But I am powerless in a cycle, because only time can tell
There is a time to come and a time to go
Some days I understand it, but most days I am defeated
Just get up again because I live on borrowed time
Plus, whoever doesn't watch his time loses his meal
And before I can properly rub my eyes, the first verse is over

Count it on your fingers, children,
Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly

I steal minutes from the future, keep them safe in my pocket
I'm still considering a deal with the black crosses on my calendar
A scrapbook of tomorrow and every page is plastered
I am timeless and time-consuming, a silver-clean almanac
I steal minutes from the future, keep them safe in my pocket
I'm still considering a deal with the black crosses on my calendar
A scrapbook of tomorrow and every page is plastered
I am timeless and temporary, a silver-clean almanac

Some say time is fiction, some say it's not
But we are all somehow tied to a 24-hour face
Draw your own crosses and be honest about your fears
The long fear of the last one has long been in your shadow
I count seconds in the wounds of my tongue's fire
Rotten with forgiveness in the silence of my last hour
Live three times simultaneously, and only one is on earth
My second flesh is buried by my God in a grave
My third spirit is alive only in the heavens
I am all three at all times, always busy with the eternal
My timeline is a dot that stretches out in ten dimensions
My almanac is precisely determined by how I work out the sums
Maybe I'm talking in riddles now, maybe not, how would I know?
I always feel like I have to hurry before I forget everything again
I have lived as many years as the letters in our alphabet
And if the message of my life consisted of only one sentence:
Buy time because the days are evil

Count it on your fingers, children,
Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly

I steal minutes from the future, keep them safe in my pocket
I'm still considering a deal with the black crosses on my calendar
A scrapbook of tomorrow and every page is plastered
I am timeless and time-consuming, a silver-clean almanac
I steal minutes from the future, keep them safe in my pocket
I'm still considering a deal with the black crosses on my calendar
A scrapbook of tomorrow and every page is plastered
I am timeless and temporary, a silver-clean almanac

Count it on your fingers, children,
Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly

I steal minutes from the future, keep them safe in my pocket
I'm still considering a deal with the black crosses on my calendar
A scrapbook of tomorrow and every page is plastered
I am timeless and time-consuming, a silver-clean almanac
I steal minutes from the future, keep them safe in my pocket
I'm still considering a deal with the black crosses on my calendar
A scrapbook of tomorrow and every page is plastered
I am timeless and temporary, a silver-clean almanac
Count it on your fingers, children