Afrikaans Is Groot Keurspel - Laurika Rauch traduction en anglais

Afrikaans Is Groot Keurspel

Die golwe weet waar breek die branders
Hulle dink hulle′s vry
Die wolke wentel in die hemel maar
Op die winde moet hul ry
Dis vroeg in die dag
Op Blouberg se strand
Die wind gaan nog waai
Die son gaan nog brand
Maar dis koel na die lang nag
En ons groet die dag

Goeie môre my sonskyn
Goeie more my kind
Kom ons draf langs die strand
Kom ons ry op die wind
Die sand sal ons skroei
En die strale sal brand mmm
Maar dis vroeg in die dag
Op Blouberg se strand

Goeie môre my sonskyn
Goeie môre my kind
Kom ons draf langs die strand
Kom ons ry op die wind
Die sand sal ons skroei
En die strale sal brand mmm
Maar dis vroeg in die dag
Op Blouberg se strand

My oom se motor is 'n ou masjien
Hy maak dit vol met dieselien
En hy sing in die strate as hy ons kom sien
My oom is oud en ek is skaars dertien

En as jy in die oggend in die lande stap
Hoor jy nog sy motor met sy klak-klak-klak
Maar my oom, ja my oom se oë′s nou albei toe
In sy brief stuur hy groete aan Mannetjies Roux

O stuur ons net so 'n bietjie reën
My oom het 'n tenk vol dieselien
En seën my pa en seën my ma
En my oom op sy plaas in Afrika

There′s another song that will be sung
There′s another bell that must be rung
There's another city I′ve been told
Where the streets are paved with gold
There's another city I′ve been told
Where the streets are paved with gold

Afrikaans Is Groot Keurspel

Waves know where the breakers crash
They think they′re free
The clouds roll in the sky
But on the winds they must ride
It's early in the day
On Blouberg's beach
The wind will still blow
The sun will still burn
But it′s cool after the long night
And we greet the day

Good morning, my sunshine
Good morning, my child
Let's jog along the beach
Let's ride on the wind
The sand will burn us
And the rays will burn mmm
But it′s early in the day
On Blouberg's beach

Good morning, my sunshine
Good morning, my child
Let's jog along the beach
Let's ride on the wind
The sand will burn us
And the rays will burn mmm
But it′s early in the day
On Blouberg's beach

My uncle's car is an old machine
He fills it up with diesel
And he sings in the streets when he comes to see us
My uncle is old and I'm barely thirteen

And when you walk in the fields in the morning
You can still hear his car with its clickety-clack
But my uncle, yes my uncle's eyes are now both closed
In his letter he sends greetings to Mannetjies Roux

Oh, send us just a little bit of rain
My uncle has a tank full of diesel
And bless my father and bless my mother
And my uncle on his farm in Africa

There′s another song that will be sung
There′s another bell that must be rung
There′s another city I′ve been told
Where the streets are paved with gold
There′s another city I′ve been told
Where the streets are paved with gold