Paroles et traduction Bittereinder - Die dinkdansmasjien

Die dinkdansmasjien

Sluk ek al die bitter in 'n bitsige ontwikkeling
Wat sukkel om die vinger in my gesig te verklaar
Ek wil myself verdedig teen die stewige beledigings en
Deeglik nou die bewings van die storm laat bedaar, maar
Steek ek self 'n vinger uit, wys dit altyd terug na my,
Dis eintlik net myself met wie ek eindeloos baklei
Vyf vingers in 'n vuis, ek hou daai stry nou stywer as 'n
Minnaar teen 'n lyf, my lewe soos 'n eenbedryf
So kort soos een asem, die tydmors is waansin,
Dis verbasend hoe vinnig ek kan gaan van nul tot rasend
Vat dit als persoonlik en ek bogger elke oomblik op
Want moontlik is die woorde selfs nog groter as my kop

Pop soos 'n ballon, skop vas teen die grond
Hip-hop is in my mond, stop vir 'n sekond...
Pop soos 'n ballon, skop vas teen die grond
Hip-hop is in my mond, stop vir 'n sekond...

Die pols kom nog duidelik, flippin onvermydelik,
En ek sê vir niemand jammer vir die Woord wat in my is
Ek rap vir die eer van eerlik wees,
Elke lyn soos die pyn van 'n geweer teen jou neus
Ek weet dis als te hectic, maar ek skryf wat ek sien,
Bittereinder vat jou orals soos 'n dink-en-dans-masjien
So spring met jou brein,
Sing die refrein, drink en verdwyn, dink oor jou pyn,
Blink in die sonskyn,
Bring jou eie wyn, piekniek in jou tuin, sink, dis verby

Pop soos 'n ballon, skop vas teen die grond
Hip-hop is in my mond, stop vir 'n sekond...
Pop soos 'n ballon, skop vas teen die grond
Hip-hop is in my mond, stop vir 'n sekond...

Dink! dans! dink! dans! dink! dans!
Vergeet maar van balans!
Dink! dans! dink! dans! dink! dans!
Dis veels te Afrikaans!

Rap-en-rol nou pappie want dis diep-hop hierdie,
'N knie-skop liedjie, kyk jy wieg tog 'n bietjie
Dis nie dubstep nie, maar mens kan dans op 'n flikkerlig
Nie deel van 'n trend nie nou's die tieners maar skrikkerig
Maar ons brand met 'n lig wat vir eeue al skyn
En ons weet jy gaan ons nooi vir daai piekniek in jou tuin
Vra vir Arcade Fire: "oh, we used to wait...
"Nou skree my stem die hardste: "sing weer die refrein!"
Hou op om ons te verveel,
Speel daai ander deel weer,
Ek's lus vir saamskree, o, maak tog my keel seer
Speel hom meer as twee keer,
'Seblief 'seblief meneer, weer, weer, weer, weer, weer, weer, weer!

Dink! dans! dink! dans! dink! dans!
Vergeet maar van balans!
Dink! dans! dink! dans! dink! dans!
Dis veels te Afrikaans!

So vorm jou opinies en deel dit tog met ons, man
Ons skryf vir al die tannies voor die kassie en die jongspan
Oupas wat ons taal praat, tieners met 'n ruggraat
Die sieners in die suburbs en die sinieses wat ons haat
(Die sinieses wat ons haat)
(Die sinieses wat ons haat)
(Die sinieses wat ons haat)
(Dis veels te Afrikaans)
(Dis veels te Afrikaans)
(Dis veels te Afrikaans)

Dink! dans! dink! dans! dink! dans!
Vergeet maar van balans!
Dink! dans! dink! dans! dink! dans!
Dis veels te Afrikaans!
(Dis veels te Afrikaans)

The Think-Dance Machine

Do I swallow all the bitterness in a biting development
That struggles to point the finger in my face and explain
I want to defend myself against the harsh insults and
Thoroughly calm the tremors of the storm now, but
I point a finger myself, it always points back at me,
It's really just myself with whom I endlessly fight
Five fingers in a fist, I hold that fight tighter than a
Lover against a body, my life like a one-act play
As short as one breath, the waste of time is madness,
It's amazing how quickly I can go from zero to raging
I take it all personally and I fuck up every moment
Because possibly the words are even bigger than my head

Pop like a balloon, kick against the ground
Hip-hop is in my mouth, stop for a second...
Pop like a balloon, kick against the ground
Hip-hop is in my mouth, stop for a second...

The pulse is still clear, flipping inevitable,
And I tell no one sorry for the Word that is in me
I rap for the honor of being honest,
Each line like the pain of a gun against your nose
I know it's all too hectic, but I write what I see,
Bittereinder takes you everywhere like a think-and-dance machine
So jump with your brain,
Sing the chorus, drink and disappear, think about your pain,
Shine in the sunshine,
Bring your own wine, picnic in your garden, sink, it's over

Pop like a balloon, kick against the ground
Hip-hop is in my mouth, stop for a second...
Pop like a balloon, kick against the ground
Hip-hop is in my mouth, stop for a second...

Think! dance! think! dance! think! dance!
Forget about balance!
Think! dance! think! dance! think! dance!
It's way too Afrikaans!

Rap-and-roll now daddy because this is deep-hop,
A knee-kick song, look you sway a little
It's not dubstep, but you can dance on a flicker
Not part of a trend, now the teenagers are scared
But we burn with a light that has been shining for centuries
And we know you're going to invite us to that picnic in your garden
Ask Arcade Fire: "oh, we used to wait...
"Now my voice screams the loudest: "sing the chorus again!"
Stop boring us,
Play that other part again,
I feel like singing along, oh, please make my throat sore
Play it more than twice,
'Please 'please sir, again, again, again, again, again, again, again!

Think! dance! think! dance! think! dance!
Forget about balance!
Think! dance! think! dance! think! dance!
It's way too Afrikaans!

So form your opinions and share them with us, man
We write for all the aunties in front of the box and the youngsters
Grandpas who speak our language, teenagers with a backbone
The seers in the suburbs and the cynics who hate us
(The cynics who hate us)
(The cynics who hate us)
(The cynics who hate us)
(It's way too Afrikaans)
(It's way too Afrikaans)
(It's way too Afrikaans)

Think! dance! think! dance! think! dance!
Forget about balance!
Think! dance! think! dance! think! dance!
It's way too Afrikaans!
(It's way too Afrikaans)