Paroles et traduction Jan Blohm - Brand Die Vure

Brand Die Vure

Hey bokkie trek aan jou Sondag special dis net ek en jy en 'n Suitcase vol winter om mee weg te gaan, as jy weg wil gaan.
Maar jou lyf het my gelos om buite te staan met Piet se ritmes en 'n tenk vol petrol en nowhere om heen te gaan.
Jy sal se brand, brand die vure hoog my lief, sing vir my uit Breyten se Brief.
Jy is so lucky, jy bly 'n kind en dis ek wat vlug, vlug in die wind.

En jy dra die mooiste klere

Burn the Fire

Hey baby, pull on your Sunday special, it's just me and you and a suitcase full of winter to get away with, if you want to get away.
But your body left me standing outside with Piet's rhythms and a tank full of petrol and nowhere to go.
You will say, burn, burn the fire high my love, sing to me from Breyten's letter.
You're so lucky, you remain a child and it's me who flies, flies in the wind.

And you wear the most beautiful clothes