Paroles et traduction Bobby van Jaarsveld - Boemelaar

Boemelaar

Ken jy die geheime, die verlede, die gedagtes van die straat?
Elke dag sien ons boemelaars wag aan die kant van die straat - oorkant drink sy maat
Ek het nie werk nie, ek het nie geld nie, ek het kinders op die straat en ′n vrou wat my haat.
'Seblief meneer wil jy nie help nie
Ek soek wit brood maar ek kort twee rand.
En iewers langs die pad le my kinders en wag -en hoop en bid vir ′n beter dag as vandag.
Maar ek bly hier by julle
Al is ons miskien op straat
Ek doen my bes vir julle
Ek weet ons gaan dit maak
Bly altyd lief en nederig - ons almal is gelyk
Al is jou skoene stukkend - kyk altyd op en wees bly
... wees bly
Kom my kinders jul ma is dood - sy't gebedel met haar lyf
Kom my kinders ons vat ons goed, tel op jou boetie en gee my hoed - dis 'n skande om so te staan
Maar iewers langs die pad moet ons tog sit en wag
Ons vat die pad na die volgende stad
Miskien is daar ′n plek wat vir ons wag
Droom van menswees in die lewe
Ek kry skaam, want my kinders bewe van die honger en die koud en die pyn op hul bene
Oorkant die pad stap ′n klompie mense
Almal met vervulde wense
My dogtertjie vra my: "pa is ons mense"
Maar ek bly hier by julle
Al is ons miskien op straat
Ek doen my bes vir julle
Ek weet ons gaan dit maak
Bly altyd lief en nederig - ons almal is gelyk
Al is jou skoene stukkend - kyk altyd op en wees bly
... wees bly

Beggar

Do you know the secrets, the past, the thoughts of the street?
Every day we see beggars waiting on the side of the street - across the street her friend is drinking
I have no job, I have no money, I have children on the street and a wife who hates me.
'Please sir don't you want to help
I'm looking for white bread but I'm short two rand.
And somewhere along the way my children lay and wait, and hope and pray for a better day than today.
But I'll stay here with you
Even though we may be on the street
I'll do my best for you
I know we'll make it
Always be loving and humble - we are all equal
Even if your shoes are broken - always look up and be happy
... be happy
Come my children, your mother is dead - she begged with her body
Come my children, let's take our things, pick up your little brother and give me your hat - it's a disgrace to stand like this
But somewhere along the way we have to sit down and wait
We take the road to the next town
Maybe there's a place waiting for us
Dreaming of being human in life
I feel ashamed, because my children are shivering from hunger and cold and pain in their legs
Across the road is a group of people walking
All with fulfilled wishes
My little girl asks me: "Dad are we human"
But I'll stay here with you
Even though we may be on the street
I'll do my best for you
I know we'll make it
Always be loving and humble - we are all equal
Even if your shoes are broken - always look up and be happy
... be happy