Текст и перевод песни Andries Bezuidenhout - Duskant Doodstil

Duskant Doodstil

Halfpad wakker en halfpad aan die slaap
Is nie dieselfde plek nie maar newels waar
Prente versin word en wysies begin sing
Die woord tussenin is die woord aan die begin
My gunsteling kleure is telkens verdun
Die mooiste klank net duskant doodstil
Die sekuurste harmonie net-net nootvas
Jou diepste verlang na waar jy net vinnig was

Daar's soveel te sê vir die boom en die bas
Die diep blou see, die os op die jas
Die beste idee sit tussen wis en onwis
Die derde wiel is waaraan die as vas is

Van ompaaie hou ek, ry selde direk
Die oopswaai van ʼn plaashek soveel meer pret
As jaag voor die wond, jaag teen tyd
Verdwaal is maar hoe ek my rigting vind
Meestal het ek nie antwoorde nie
Soms ook nie eers die regte vrae nie
Ek hou baie van stories maar sonder punt of boodskap
Van hoe lig weerkaats teen ʼn muur of ʼn staandak

Daar's soveel te sê vir die boom en die bas
Die diep blou see, die os en die jas
Die beste idee sit tussen wis en onwis
Die derde wiel is waar die as aan vas is

Ek het baie indrukke maar min idees
Hoe als inmekaarsteek kan my min skeel
Die lekkerste wyn kom uit ʼn versnit
'N Enkele off-beat maak selfs ʼn mars bekoorlik

Daar's soveel te sê vir die boom en die bas
Die diep blou see, die os en die jas
Die beste idee sit tussen wis en onwis
Die derde wiel is waar die as aan vas is

Duskant Doodstil

Half awake and half asleep
Isn't the same place but a fog where
Pictures are improvised and tunes start to sing
The word in between is the word at the beginning
My favourite colours are always diluted
The most beautiful sound just next to dead silence
The most accurate harmony just barely steady
Your deepest longing for where you were just briefly

There's so much to say for the tree and the bark
The deep blue sea, the ox on the coat
The best idea is in between certain and uncertain
The third wheel is what the axle is attached to

Detours I love, rarely drive straight
The swinging open of a farm gate so much more fun
Than rushing ahead of the wound, rushing against time
Getting lost is how I find my direction
Mostly I don't have answers
Sometimes not even the right questions
I like stories, but without a point or a message
Of how light reflects against a wall or a canopy

There's so much to say for the tree and the bark
The deep blue sea, the ox and the coat
The best idea is in between certain and uncertain
The third wheel is what the axle is attached to

I have lots of impressions but few ideas
How everything interlocks doesn't matter much to me
The most delicious wine comes from a blend
A single off-beat makes even a march charming

There's so much to say for the tree and the bark
The deep blue sea, the ox and the coat
The best idea is in between certain and uncertain
The third wheel is what the axle is attached to