Paroles et traduction Bok van Blerk - Die Kleur Van My Vel

Die Kleur Van My Vel

Na al wat ek is en wat ek kan doen
My hande draai skroewe om geld te kan soen
Ek sweet elke dag sodat ons kan bestaan
Van sewe tot vyf laat die bure vergaan

En elke man hier hou net aan om te bid
Dat daai leiers van ons nie op straat sal laat sit

Maar ek weet, dis nou my beurt

Maar hierdie hande
Hierdie hande werk vir jou
Maar my land, o hierdie land wil my nie hou

My Skin Color

After all I am and what I can do
My hands turn screws to kiss money
I sweat every day so that we can survive
From seven to five, let the neighbors perish

And every man here just keeps praying
That those leaders of ours will not leave us on the street

But I know, it's my turn now

But these hands
These hands work for you
But my country, oh this country doesn't want to keep me