Paroles et traduction CH2 - Tussen Treine

Tussen Treine

Ek wonder wat van jou geword het.
Jy wat nog so by my spook.
Ek weet net ons het die vuur gemaak.
Die wêreld aan die brand gestook.
Nou is die nagte soveel stiller.
Die dae eis hul eie tol.
Maar ons twee was die wilde wind se blare.
Ons kaartjies lê die hele wêreld vol.
Tussen treine.
Tussen stasies.
Lê daar basies, net die leë spore
Tussen treine.
Tussen stasies.
Lê die leë spasies van die onskuld nou verlore.
Nou vra ek waar het alles begin?
Die ding van los wees voor die wind.
Onthou jy ook die rook, die yster?
Die lig wat in die verte blink.
Dan dink ek terug aan soveel dae.
Soveel stawe op die spoor.
Ja daar was voorheen 'n tyd van treine.
Waar en wanneer het ons dit verloor?
Tussen treine.
Tussen stasies.
Lê daar basies, net die leë spore.
Tussen treine.
Tussen stasies.
Lê die leë spasies van die onskuld nou verlore.
Instrumenteel
Elke keer was dit 'n afskeid.
Elke keer weer 'n begin.
'N Honderd haltes langs die spoor.
Elke stasie het sy eie skim.
Miskien het ek verleer om te kyk.
Jy bepaal jou eie baan.
Soms sien ek die skadu van jou spieëlbeeld.
As spieëls verbrokkel voor die maan.
Tussen treine.
Tussen stasies.
Lê daar basies, net die leë spore.
Tussen treine.
Tussen stasies.
Lê die leë spasies van die onskuld nou verlore.

Between Trains

I wonder what has become of you.
You who still linger so in my thoughts.
I know that we lit the fire.
Set the world ablaze.
Now the nights are so much quieter.
The days take their toll.
But we two were just leaves of the wild wind.
Our tickets are scattered all over the world.
Between trains.
Between stations.
There lies only the empty tracks.
Between trains.
Between stations,
The empty spaces of innocence now lost.
Now I ask, where did it all begin?
The freedom to drift before the wind.
Do you remember the smoke, the iron?
The light that gleamed in the distance.
I think back on so many days,
So many stops along the track.
Yes, there was a time of trains before,
Where and when did we lose it all?
Between trains.
Between stations.
There lies only the empty tracks.
Between trains.
Between stations,
The empty spaces of innocence now lost.
Instrumental
Each time was a goodbye,
And each time a beginning again.
A hundred stops along the track,
Each station with its own phantoms.
Maybe I've forgotten how to look,
You determine your own path.
Sometimes I see the shadow of your reflection,
As mirrors shatter before the moon.
Between trains.
Between stations.
There lies only the empty tracks.
Between trains.
Between stations,
The empty spaces of innocence now lost.