Текст и перевод песни Adam Tas - Lappieskombers

Lappieskombers

Jy verlam my met jou kyke .
Joubwoorde en jou reuke wat ruik soos
Lente bloeisels wat weer na die boland kom

En ek plant jou in die name.
Ek ly jou nat met soet wyn dan kyk ek
Dat jy op kom in die glans van die moreson.
En ek bid jou vas in spierwit,
In wolke wat hier laag sit om jou
Vir altyd veilig in n donskombers te hou

Want jy's die sout wat keer dat ek sleg raak
Ja jy's die sif wat keer dat ek weg raak
Ja jy's die hande wat bid, die gom waaraan ek vassit
Jy's my lappieskombersie op n koue winters nag
Ja jy's my lappieskombersie op n koue winters nag

Jy's my eerste potjie koffie, my laaste sigaret
Jy's die droom waaraan ek vas klou as en niks meer hier oor het
Jy's my storm in August, my kwaad doen se vergifnis
Die engel wat my oppas as niemand by my wil staan
Jy's die laat muddag sonne wat nesskrop in my skoot,
Jy's die eerste mens wat ek wil sien op die dag van my dood

Want jy's die sout wat keer dat ek sleg
Raak, ja jy's die sif wat keer dat ek weg raak
Ja jy's die hande wat bid, jy's die gom waaraan ek vassit
Jy's my lappieskombersie op n koue winters nag
Ja jy's die lappieskombersie op n koue winters nag

Maar jy's die sout wat keer dat ek sleg
Raak, ja jy's die sif wat keer dat ek weg raak
Jy's die hande wat bid, die gom waaraan ek vassit
Jy's my lappieskombersie op n koue winters nag
Ja jy's my lappieskombersie op n koue winters nag

Patchwork Quilts

You paralyse me with your stare,
Your murmurs and your scent that smells like
Spring blossoms that come back to the Boland

And I plant you in the name.
I water you with sweet wine then I watch
You come up in the glow of the morning sun.
And I pray for you in pure white,
In clouds that sit low here around you
Keeping you forever safe in a down blanket

Because you're the salt that keeps me from going bad
Yes you're the sieve that keeps me from going astray
Yes you're the hands that pray, the glue that I stick to
You're my patchwork blanket on a cold winter's night
Yes you're my patchwork blanket on a cold winter's night

You're my first cup of coffee, my last cigarette
You're the dream that I cling to when nothing else is left
You're my storm in August, my forgiveness for doing wrong
The angel who watches over me when no one else wants to stand by me
You're the late afternoon sun that naps on my lap,
You're the first person I want to see on the day I die

Because you're the salt that keeps me from going
Bad, yes you're the sieve that keeps me from going astray
Yes you're the hands that pray, you're the glue that I stick to
You're my patchwork blanket on a cold winter's night
Yes you're the patchwork blanket on a cold winter's night

But you're the salt that keeps me from going
Bad, yes you're the sieve that keeps me from going astray
You're the hands that pray, the glue that I stick to
You're my patchwork blanket on a cold winter's night
Yes you're my patchwork blanket on a cold winter's night