Текст и перевод песни Adam Tas - In Die Huis Waar Stilte Woon

In Die Huis Waar Stilte Woon

En hyt gewoon op n plaas duskant senekal
Dit was n veë plaas met 'n mooi opstal
En dis moeilik om te glo,
Dis die huis waar stilte woon.

En die kamers se ruit Is steeds gebreek
Daar waar n kant gordyn sy tong uitsteek
Die skerwe nog op die plankvloer le,
In die huis waar stilte woon.

Sy was sy vrou, sy vriend, sy lover
En hyt haar lief soos geen ander,
O en sy was die ma wat sy kinders moes dra,
Sy was sy vrou, sy vriend, en sy lover

En die reuk van brood hang nie meer daar
Dis net sy stoppelbaard wat na die kiekies staar
Om te sien of haar glimlag nog die selfde lyk
Maar dis asof sy deur hom na die donker kyk

Hy se my baby ek trap n bloedspoor tot hier voor ons agterdeur
En voor ons God se altaar-skaaf ek nou, my kniee deur.

Sy was sy vrou, sy vriend, sy lover
En hyt haar lief soos geen ander,
O en sy was die ma wat sy kinders moes dra,
Sy was sy vrou, sy vriend, en sy lover

En hy het haar gekry op die plaas se stoep
Haar arms en haar bene was vol bloed
Hyt haar vas gedruk en nog asem in haar lyf gesoek.

En hy strooi haar as in n bloedrivier
(?) spoel tot op strande ver van hier
Sodat haar siel kan woon in n sandkasteel
En die kinders heel dag hul ma kan speel.

En laat wilde rose deur sy geraamtes rank
'N Blom in die oggend mis
Sodat vlinders vlugtig sitplek vind
Op die plekke waar hy stukkend is!

O en sy was die ma wat sy kinders moes dra,
Sy was sy vrou, sy vriend, en sy lover

In the House Where Silence Resides

And he lives alone on a farm beyond Senekal
It was a cattle farm with a beautiful homestead
And it's hard to believe,
This is the house where silence resides.

And the windows in the rooms are still broken
Where a lace curtain pokes out its tongue
The shards still lie on the wooden floor,
In the house where silence resides.

She was his wife, his friend, his lover
And he loved her like no other,
Oh and she was the mother who had to carry his children,
She was his wife, his friend, and his lover

And the smell of bread no longer hangs there
It's just his stubble that stares at the chickens
To see if her smile still looks the same
But it's as if she looks through him into the darkness

He says to me, my darling, I tread a river of blood to our back door
And before God's altar I now scrape my knees.

She was his wife, his friend, his lover
And he loved her like no other,
Oh and she was the mother who had to carry his children,
She was his wife, his friend, and his lover

And he found her on the farm's porch
Her arms and legs were covered in blood
He hugged her tightly and searched for a glimmer of life.

And he scattered her ashes in a river of blood
(?) (line missing)
So that her soul could dwell in a sandcastle
And the children could play with their mother all day.

And let wild roses entwine through his bones
A flower in the morning mist
So that butterflies can briefly rest
In the places where he is broken!

Oh and she was the mother who had to carry his children,
She was his wife, his friend, and his lover