Brekfis In Bloemfontein - Laurika Rauch traduction en anglais

Brekfis In Bloemfontein

Die deur toegeklap, als gesê wat ek graag wou sê
Maar maak dit saak wat hy dink want ek glo nie hy wil my meer hê nie
En in die donker gordyn van die nag
Hoor ek sy woorde en ek mis ons soms saam lag
Maar ek draai op my sy, want ek glo dit is vir goed verby

Dis baie vroeg in die môre, ek is nog vas aan die slaap
Maar hy het net my koffer gevat en sommer self gepak
Vrye keuse′s nie 'n opsie nie en wegloop is te laat vir my
Want hy pluk net die deur oop en sê: "Klim in want ek wil ry"

En ons ry deur Pretoria en toe deur die Goudstad
Parys aan ons regterkant
Deur naamlose dorpe daar was shacks en die highway
Hoe ver is ons nog van die strand af
Dan kom die son oor ons op en ek loer na sy kant toe
Om te sien of hy kyk of ek kyk
Terwyl die dag om ons dans strek ons bene
En eet ons brêkfis in Bloemfontein

Ek wag dat die bom bars terwyl die Karoo aan ons raak
En die vaal van die wêreld, maak my sommer gou-gou vaak
In Beaufort-Wes besluit hy ons gaan oornag
Ons trek weer weg terwyl ek sweer dit is nog nag
En met sy rustige stem breek hy stadig aan my mure af

Worcester is die pitstop waar hy sê:
"Komaan vat jy nou die wiel -
Ek is moeg, bestuur maar Kaap toe
Maak my wakker as jy Tafelberg sien"
Met my oë op die wynland maar my hart in my keel
Hou ek op met die games wat ek speel
Toe ek die plat berg sien sê ek sag
"Jy mis die beautiful view"

En ons toer deur die Boland en draai na die Paarl
Hy vat wragtag die Montagu pas
In Graaff-Reinet sien ons berge en vlaktes verlate
Hoe ver is ons nog van mekaar af
Dan kom die son oor ons op en ek loer na sy kant toe
Om te sien of hy kyk dat ek kyk
Terwyl die dag om ons dans maak ons vrede

Brekfis In Bloemfontein

The door slammed shut, as I said what I wanted to say
But does it matter what he thinks because I don't think he wants me anymore
And in the dark curtain of the night
I hear his words and I sometimes miss our laughing together
But I turn on my side, because I believe it is over for good

It's very early in the morning, I'm still fast asleep
But he just took my suitcase and packed it himself
Free choice is not an option and it's too late for me to run away
Because he just picks the door open and says: "Get in because I want to drive"

And we drive through Pretoria and then through the Gold City
Paris on our right
Through nameless villages there were shacks and the highway
How far are we still from the beach
Then the sun rises over us and I look over to his side
To see if he's looking if I'm looking
While the day dances around us we stretch our legs
And eat breakfast in Bloemfontein

I wait for the bomb to burst while the Karoo touches us
And the pale of the world, makes me sleepy very quickly
In Beaufort-Wes he decides we're going to stay overnight
We pull away again while I swear it's still night
And with his calm voice he slowly breaks down my walls

Worcester is the pit stop where he says:
"Come on, you take the wheel now -
I'm tired, just drive to Cape Town
Wake me up when you see Table Mountain"
With my eyes on the winelands but my heart in my throat
I stop with the games I play
When I see the flat mountain I say softly
"You're missing the beautiful view"

And we tour the Boland and turn to Paarl
He takes the Montagu pass
In Graaff-Reinet we see mountains and plains desolate
How far are we still from each other
Then the sun rises over us and I look over to his side
To see if he's looking that I'm looking
While the day dances around us we make peace