Paroles et traduction Robbie Wessels - Brief Vir Brolloks

Brief Vir Brolloks

Beste Brolloks
Ek voel eienaardig om vir jou nou hierdie brief te skryf
Maar jy′s my boetie en ek moet dit uit my system brei
Hulle sê mens gaan oorsee, mos om jouself te vind
Om te gaan seker maak of is jy pa en ma se kind
In n park het ek gistraand gedink ek sien vir my
Maar toe ek nader loop toe sien ek, dis nie ek nie, dit is jy
Jou hare was gekoek en op jou skouers
Daar was melk in jou baard
Op jou hemp het daar gestaan "ek mis my ouers"
Jy was bang en desperaat
Jy't na Pilchards en na knoffel en na sweet geruik
Daar was plaak in jou tanne
Toe jy my sien het dit gelyk of jy verby my kyk
Toe sê jy "wat sê die manne"
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Nou dis winter hier in Holland en ek sê vir jou
Jy kan bly wees jy′t vir poepsak om aan vas te hou
Want hier het dit gelyk of jy alleen rondloop
Ek onthou nou jy't vir elk van ons n pie gekoop
En toe ek vra of jy nog geld het, het jy ja geknik
Maar met trane in jou oë toe aan jou pie verstik
Ek vra toe waarnatoe van hieraf sê jy Viëtnam
Om te gaan fight vir jou land
Terwyl jy kleingeld lê en uitduik in n wensdam
Die Pond is sterk teen die Rand
Toe begin jy goed te sê wat glad nie sin maak
Goed soos "Viva die Viëtnamees"
En jy bewe van die koue in die wensdam
En die snot vries in jou neus
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Nou ek hoop nie jy's ontsteld nie maar ek moes jou sê
Hierdie ding het my gepla, en op my hart gelê
O ja, n vriend het my gebel, gesê hy′t hom verbeel
Hy′t my gesien waar ek in België my hart uitspeel
My kitaar was op die grond, in die reën, en in die wind
So ek's oppad soontoe om myself te gaan vind
Dis, lyk my, vyf en twintig euro, ook n lisensie
Om te kan sing op die straat
Maar hulle gee nie sommer vir n mens nie
Tensy jy mooi met hulle praat
En al wil ek die leeuloop in parys gaan sing
Iewers in n Rock ′n Roll bar
Dan wil ek teruggaan na my land en na my mense toe
Want pa het my daar iewers gewaar
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
P.S
Groete vir Poepsak

Letter to Brolloks

Dear Brolloks,
It feels strange to be writing this letter to you now,
But you're my buddy and I need to get this off my chest.
They say you go overseas to find yourself,
To make sure you're truly your parents' child.
In a park last night, I thought I saw myself,
But as I got closer, I realized it wasn't me, it was you.
Your hair was matted and on your shoulders,
There was milk in your beard,
Your shirt said "I miss my parents",
You were scared and desperate.
You smelled like Pilchards, garlic, and sweat,
There was plaque in your teeth,
When you saw me, it seemed like you looked right through me,
Then you said, "what's up, guys?"
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
It's winter here in Holland now, and I'm telling you,
You can be glad you have Poepsak to hold onto,
Because here it looked like you were wandering alone.
I remember now you bought each of us a pie,
And when I asked if you had any money left, you nodded yes,
But with tears in your eyes, you choked on your pie.
I asked where to from here, you said Vietnam,
To go fight for your country,
While you're scrounging for change and fishing it out of a wishing well,
The Pound is strong against the Rand.
Then you started saying things that didn't make sense at all,
Things like "Viva the Vietnamese",
And you're shivering from the cold in the wishing well,
And the snot is freezing in your nose.
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Now, I hope you're not upset, but I had to tell you,
This thing has been bothering me, and weighing on my heart.
Oh yeah, a friend called me, said he imagined it,
He saw me pouring my heart out in Belgium.
My guitar was on the ground, in the rain, and in the wind,
So I'm on my way there to find myself.
It seems it's twenty-five euros, also a license,
To be able to sing on the street,
But they don't give it to you easily,
Unless you talk to them nicely.
And even though I want to sing the leeuloop in Paris,
Somewhere in a Rock 'n Roll bar,
Then I want to go back to my country and my people,
Because Dad saw me somewhere there.
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
Living in the dream - Living in the dream
P.S.
Greetings to Poepsak