Paroles et traduction Laurika Rauch - God Se Kunskafee

God Se Kunskafee

Dis 5 uur in die môre en God sit en verf
Hy koester elke druppel goudgeel kuns, wat hy aan die hemel hang
Vir ons om na te kyk
Ek hoor die klappende kraak van 'n sifdeur agter my,
En Piet skreeu by die stal: "Ons het reën gekry!"

En soos ek loop deur God se kunskafee
Voel ek meer geseënd met elke tree
Want met koffie en 'n verfkwas
Sit hy heeldag daar en dink
Hoe om sy vreugde na my te bring
Maar oom Ben se wynplaas by Worcester
Met die ou geuwelhuis
Ja, die verf hy die mooiste, na 'n lang dag se reis

Ek loop verby 'n prentjie van 'n boer op sy John Deere
Wat vol hoop hierdie aarde omkeer
En ek sien stof, maar ek ruik die reën aankom
Ek hoor die fluit van die werkers wat die beeste inkeer
As die son sak oor daai tweespoorpad

En soos ek loop deur God se kunskafee
Voel ek meer geseënd met elke tree
Want met koffie en 'n verfkwas
Sit hy heeldag daar en dink
Hoe om sy vreugde na my te bring
Maar Pa se plaas duskant Leslie
Waar die kleiosse in die son bak
Ja, die verf hy die mooiste, na 'n lang dag se stap

Die skildery van hierdie volmaan, was lank vooruit geverf
Vanaand het hy hom kom ophang, agter die donker grys berg
Ek hoor die kraak van die krieke, by die rooi dam hier langs my
En warm teen my vel, gly die bosveld verby

En soos ek loop deur God se kunskafee
Voel ek meer geseënd met elke tree
Want met koffie en 'n verfkwas
Sit hy heeldag daar en dink
Hoe om sy vreugde na my te bring
Maar die Meyers se wildsplaas by Vaalwater
Met die kampvuur en die samesyn
Ja, die verf hy die mooiste, na 'n lang dag se ry

God's Art Gallery

It's 5 o'clock in the morning and God is painting
He's caressing every drop of golden yellow art, that he hangs in the sky
For us to behold
I hear the creaking clap of a screen door behind me,
And Piet shouts at the stable: "We have rain!"

And as I walk through God's art gallery
I feel more blessed with every step
For with coffee and a paintbrush,
He sits all day and thinks
How to bring his joy to me
But Uncle Ben's vineyard near Worcester
With its old gabled house
Yes, he paints the most beautiful, after a long day's journey

I walk past a picture of a farmer on his John Deere
Who turns this earth with full hope
And I see dust, but I smell the rain approaching
I hear the whistle of the workers who round up the cattle
As the sun sets over that dirt road

And as I walk through God's art gallery
I feel more blessed with every step
For with coffee and a paintbrush,
He sits all day and thinks
How to bring his joy to me
But Dad's farm beyond Leslie
Where the clay cattle bake in the sun
Yes, he paints the most beautiful, after a long day's walk

The painting of this full moon, was painted long ago
Tonight he came to hang it, behind the dark gray mountain
I hear the croaking of the crickets, by the red dam here next to me
And warm against my skin, the bushveld glides by

And as I walk through God's art gallery
I feel more blessed with every step
For with coffee and a paintbrush,
He sits all day and thinks
How to bring his joy to me
But the Meyers' game farm near Vaalwater
With the campfire and the gathering
Yes, he paints the most beautiful, after a long day's drive