Paroles et traduction Koos Kombuis - Liza Se Klavier

Liza Se Klavier

Ek het 'n vriendin ver by die blou see
Teen die hang van Tafelberg, as die son sak, speel sy die mooiste melodiëe
Haar vingers ken die pad opgesluit in wit en swart
Die klavier se grootste vreugde, hartseer en verlange, verstaan die hart se diepste smart

Ja, die hele wereld word stil, en luister in die donker uur
Na die naggeluide van Lisa se Klavier

Ja, die hele wereld word stil, en luister in die donker uur
Na die naggeluide van Lisa se Klavier

En Lisa kannie ophou as sy eers begin het nie,
En sy laat my nooit huistoe loop of afskeid neem voor my laaste sigaret nie
Ek staan op haar balkon, ek drink haar appelkoostee
Kyk uit na Kaapstad in die nag, die liggies, en die swart, swart see

Ja, die hele wereld word stil, en luister in die donker uur
Na die naggeluide van Lisa se Klavier

Ja, die hele wereld word stil, en luister in die donker uur
Na die naggeluide van Lisa se Klavier

En onder op die sypaadjie, sien ek die bergie en sy maat
Staan op en opkyk ver na bo, vannuit die vullis van Oranjestraat
Hul ken al lank die klanke wat uit haar woonstel stroom
Lank na twaalf, met die deure oop, al moan die bure ookal hoe,
Word Lisa elke boemelaar se droom

Lisa's Piano

I have a friend by the blue sea
On the slopes of Table Mountain, as the sun sets, she plays the most beautiful melodies
Her fingers know the path locked in black and white
The piano's greatest joy, sorrow and longing, understands the heart's deepest pain

Yes, the whole world falls silent, and listens in the dark hour
To the night sounds of Lisa's Piano

Yes, the whole world falls silent, and listens in the dark hour
To the night sounds of Lisa's Piano

And Lisa can't stop once she starts,
And she never lets me go home or say goodbye before my last cigarette
I stand on her balcony, I drink her apricot tea
Look out over Cape Town at night, the lights, and the black, black sea

Yes, the whole world falls silent and listens in the dark hour
To the night sounds of Lisa's Piano

Yes, the whole world falls silent, and listens in the dark hour
To the night sounds of Lisa's Piano

And down on the sidewalk, I see the beggar and his friend
Stand up and look up far above, from the garbage of Oranjestraat
They have long known the sounds that stream from her apartment
Long after twelve, with the doors open, even though the neighbors moan,
Lisa becomes every homeless person's dream