Текст и перевод песни Adam Tas - Is Dit Hoe Die Hemel Lyk?

Is Dit Hoe Die Hemel Lyk?

Op 'n riempies bank, in 'n rietdak huis.
Sit Liewe Jesus en my pa.
Hulle praat so oor die boerdery en al die peste wat so pla.
Op 'n Agastoof staan 'n ketel en kook, soet swart boeretroos.
Daar's 'n glimlag op Jesus se gesig.
En in my pa se blou, blou oë.

En is dit is hoe Sy Hemel lyk.
En is dit is hoe Sy Hemel proe.
En hoeveel paaitjies moes hy loop om 'n stukkie van sy Hemel te proe?
En hoeveel paaie mos hy loop om 'n stukkie van sy Hemel te proe?

Instrumenteel

Op 'n visserman skuit in 'n silwer see.
Sit my vriend Schalk en vang.
Sulke groot vet visse wat sy nette skeur.
En soos reën in sy boot in val.

En ek sien hoe hy na sy Hemel kyk, daar's 'n glimlag in sy oë.
En sy laaste vakansie was so welverdiend.
Soos Manna uit die Hand van Bo.

En is dit is hoe Sy Hemel lyk.
En is dit is hoe Sy Hemel proe.
En hoeveel paaitjies mos hy loop om 'n stukkie van sy Hemel te proe?
En hoeveel paaie mos hy loop om 'n stukkie van daai Hemel te proe?

Op n riempies bank in n rietdak huis
Sit liewe jesus en my pa
Hulle praat so oor die boerdery en se alles is okay my bra

Is This What Heaven Looks Like?

On a rush mat bench, in a thatched roof house.
Dear Jesus and my father sit.
They chat about farming and the pests that plague us.
On an August stove is a kettle boiling, sweet black rooibos tea.
There's a smile on Jesus' face.
And in my father's blue, blue eyes.

And that's what His Heaven looks like.
And that's what His Heaven tastes like.
And how many paths did he walk to taste a piece of his Heaven?
And how many roads did he walk to taste a piece of his Heaven?

Instrumental

On a fisherman's boat in a silver sea.
My friend Schalk sits and fishes.
Such big fat fish that they tear his nets.
And like rain falling into his boat.

And I see him looking up at his Heaven, there's a smile in his eyes.
And his last vacation was well deserved.
Like Manna from the Hand of God.

And that's what His Heaven looks like.
And that's what His Heaven tastes like.
And how many paths did he walk to taste a piece of his Heaven?
And how many roads did he walk to taste a piece of that Heaven?

On a rush mat bench in a thatched roof house
Dear Jesus and my father sit
They talk about farming and he says everything is okay, my friend