Paroles et traduction Koos Kombuis - Sestien Jaar Met 'n Vals Kitaar

Sestien Jaar Met 'n Vals Kitaar

Sestien jaar, 'n rock-'n-roll Zombie, babbelaas en bot in 'n boot van 'n combie
Op 'n plak en oppikoppi, stad kappe Stellenbosch vir sewe sikkels silwer en 'n bord vol kos
Onthou jy nog vir bongo Jerrie, dink jy nog aan Nick?
En Dapper Jannie, Dagga-Dirk en Valiant en Piet?
L'Amour was die koning op die lead kitaar, maar Gawie was gekroon as casinova van die jaar
Koortjie:
Sestien jaar, setien jaar, sestien jaar met 'n vals kitaar
Sestien jaar, sestien jaar, weet ma hoe lank is sestien jaar?
In die begin was ons min, maar ons wil was sterk
Om vir die god van Rock-'n-Roll en vir sy kerk te werk
Die wapad was ons woning, die sterre ons plafon,
Ons het getokkel en gesing vir ons plekkie in die son
Tussen 'n muur en 'n skuur en 'n hoender battery,
Langs 'n wingerd en 'n dam het ons verniet gebly
Ons kon droom, ons kon dig, ons was honger, ons was maer,
Die toekoms was verseker in 'n daggablaar
Koortjie
Roekeloos in Rockey Straat, desperaat in Dorpstraat,
Lippe oppie klippe met 'n sukkelende clutchplaat

Doobies op die dashbord, klippe in die pad, Bowie op die boombox, sit hom in rat
Watter kant is Worchester, waar is die bar? Piele op die wiele al vir sestien jaar
Koortjie
Dit was die nag van die diktator, die uur van die dier
Dit was die koudste winter ooit daar langs die Hennopsrivier
Piet Retief is vooruit om vir die kakies te loop sing,
Ons het gewag vir de la Rey om die tyding te bring
Met Ouma Smuts op die wakis en Smuts aan die stuur,
Was die oorwinning my Magaliesberg van korte duur
Die producer het gesweet, maar die drummer het geweet
Die platemaatskappy gaan ons vir breakfast eet
Dop in die kop, van die wal in die sloot,
Beskinder in De Kat en in Die Huisgenoot
Die porters op die lughawe het vliee in die salf
Kom ons bel die Vrye Weekblad, kom ons moan oor Ralph
Double-Cross en treachery, leuens en verraad, nog 'n toer in sy moer, nog 'n gat in draad
Nog 'n selfmoord in die Sirkus, nog 'n band in gevaar,
Nog 'n rondte Brandewyn vir almal in die bar
Koortjie

Sixteen Years with a False Guitar

Sixteen years, a rock and roll zombie, hungover and drunk in a combi's boat
On a square and a small hill, a stylish Stellenbosch for seven silver sickles and a plate full of food
Do you still remember Bongo Jerry, do you still think of Nick?
And Dapper Jannie, Dagga Dirk and Valiant and Piet?
L'Amour was the king on the lead guitar, but Gawie was crowned the casinova of the year
Chorus:
Sixteen years, sixteen years, sixteen years with a false guitar
Sixteen years, sixteen years, does mom know how long sixteen years is?
In the beginning there were few of us, but our will was strong
To work for the god of Rock and Roll and for his church
The dirt road was our home, the stars our ceiling
We strummed and sang for our place in the sun
Between a wall and a barn and a chicken battery
Beside a vineyard and a dam, we lived for free
We could dream, we could write, we were hungry, we were thin
The future was secure in a dagga newspaper
Chorus
Reckless in Rockey Street, desperate in Dorpstraat
Lips on the stones with a struggling clutch plate

Doobies on the dashboard, rocks in the road, Bowie on the boombox, put it in gear
Which way is Worcester, where is the bar? Tires on the wheels for sixteen years
Chorus
It was the night of the dictator, the hour of the beast
It was the coldest winter ever there beside the Hennops River
Piet Retief is ahead to sing for the kakies
We waited for de la Rey to bring the news
With Ouma Smuts on the armrest and Smuts at the wheel
The victory was on my Magaliesberg of short duration
The producer sweated, but the drummer knew
The record company is going to eat us for breakfast
Dope in the head, from the dike into the ditch
Gossiped in De Kat and in Die Huisgenoot
The porters at the airport have flies in the ointment
Let's call the Vrye Weekblad, let's moan about Ralph
Double-Cross and treachery, lies and betrayal, another tour down the drain, another hole in the thread
Another suicide in the circus, another band in danger
Another round of brandy for everyone in the bar
Chorus