Текст и перевод песни Anton Goosen - Silver De Lange (Live)

Silver De Lange (Live)

Die konsertina kerm al sy verlange,
In die hande van ou Silver de Lange.
Hy't gespeel van die liefde, maar hy was 'n eensame man.
Ja, ou Silver hy't die pad alleen
Geloop, en gedwaal soos net 'n swerwer kan.
Dalk 'n bottel in die hand om die wêreld se skerpkant, weg te brand.

Dis 'n geleende konsertina vir 'n arm
Man, wat kon speel beter as 'n ander kan.
As die vyf, dagbrekersop die radio grammofoon speel.
O, dan wonder ek baie oor jou Silver,
Daar's so baie wat ons twee kon deel.
Maar die konsertinas nou jou weduwee, en jou hande het afgetree.

O, speel hom, Silver, speel hom weer.
Speel hom Silver, nog 'n keer.
En die konsertina kerm verlangein die hande van Silver.
Silver de Lange.

Instrumenteel

En kom die paaie van die ou musikante,
By die kruising van die hemel se rante.
En 'nman hoef nie meervir 'n sjieling op 'n dag te speel.
En ekwonder hoe baie baie harte, het ou Silver in sy lewe gesteel.
Maar die konsertinas nou sy weduwee, hy't sy hart net vir haar gegee.

En watter vrou het gekyk in jou oë se blou,
As jou vingers om die wheatstone se note vou
Wie't die hartseer man, teen haar bors getroos
Ja, die wêrelds nog dieselfde,
Ou Silver, hy's hard en hy's voos en hy's boos.
Het jy alleen gespeel en musiek
Gemaak, toe jou hande aan die stilte raak

O, speel hom, Silver, speel hom weer.
Speel hom Silver, nog 'n keer.
En die konsertina kerm verlangein die hande van Silver.
Silver de Lange.

Instrumenteel

O, speel hom, Silver, speel hom weer.
Speel hom Silver, nog 'n keer.
En die konsertina kerm verlangein die hande van Silver.
Silver de Lange

Silver De Lange (Live)

The concertina cries all its longings,
In the hands of old Silver de Lange.
He's played of love, but he was a lonely man.
Yes, old Silver, he's walked the road alone,
And wandered like only a vagabond can.
Perhaps a bottle in his hand to burn away the sharp edge of the world.

It's a borrowed concertina for a poor
Man, who could play better than another can.
As the five o'clock daybreak plays on the radio gramophone.
O, then I wonder a lot about you Silver,
There's so much that we two could share.
But the concertina is now your widow, and your hands have retired.

O, play it, Silver, play it again.
Play it Silver, once more.
And the concertina cries with longing in the hands of Silver.
Silver de Lange.

Instrumental

And come the crossroads of the old musicians,
At the intersection of heaven's borders.
And a man no longer needs to play for a shilling a day.
And I wonder how many, many hearts old Silver has stolen in his life.
But the concertina is now his widow, he gave his heart only to her.

And which woman has gazed into your eyes of blue,
As your fingers curl around the notes of the wheatstone
Who has comforted the sad man against her breast
Yes, the world is still the same,
Old Silver, he's hard and he's callous and he's angry.
Did you play alone and make music
When your hands touched the silence?

O, play it, Silver, play it again.
Play it Silver, once more.
And the concertina cries with longing in the hands of Silver.
Silver de Lange.

Instrumental

O, play it, Silver, play it again.
Play it Silver, once more.
And the concertina cries with longing in the hands of Silver.
Silver de Lange.