Текст и перевод песни Bittereinder feat. Magdalene Minnaar - Die woud

Die woud

"Ons is die groen
Ons is die hout
Ons is die ogies
Ons is die woud
Ons is die takkies
'Jy weet mos, jy weet mos'
Ons is die stilte
Ons is die bos"

Ek volg 'n skoenlapper tussen die bome deur
En die houtkappers kan op hul byle sweer
Hulle't jou gesien tussen die stamme sweef
Met 'n rytjie blomme in jou skaduwee geweef
En die ruigte wat buig om jou enkels te soen
En stemmetjies wat fluister van elke seisoen
En groen en dors en water en slange
En 'n menigte blare wat vloei van jou wange
En so groei my verlange om jou self te ontmoet
Met die afdruk van God en Sy asem in jou bloed
En ek waag self die diepte agter die skoenlapper aan
Dit is asof sy vlerke my gedagtes verstaan
Hulle moedig my aan en my hart klop nou vinnig
Die blaredak word digter en ek wonder oor die sonlig
Wat nou so bietjie melkerig die paadjies laat verdwyn
En uit die hoeke van my oë tussen die groen en die bruin
Vermenigvuldig die bewegings van diertjies wat my afloer
My voetstappe wat eggo teen die stamme en die bosvloer
Klink skielik nie alleen nie maar ek kyk liewers voor my
En druk deur die bos se arms, hoeveel kan daar nog oorbly?
Dis asof my hardloop nou stoom kry maar die bome word al digter
Ek byt vas deur die skrape, die tuimel en die splinters
Bollemakiesie myself flenters maar ek staan elke keer op
Grond tussen my tande en die bos is in my kop
Ons loop kringe in mekaar, ons ontmoeting om die hoek
Die spasies word al kleiner, ek word deur jou wortels ingekoek
En nou soek ek die hart van die woud en sy lewe
Ek hoor al hoe klop dit soos die grond begin bewe
'N stewige dreun groei in die kreunende bome
En stemme wat vibreer soos lewende drome
En in 'n oomblik is ek skielik in 'n oopte op my eie
Met die sagste groen gras van die mooiste valleie
In 'n sirkel omsingel deur 'n kring van stamme
En in die middel dans 'n dwarrelwind van blaartjies soos vlamme
En die wind begin sing soos instrumente wat praat
En die blare styg al hoër in die vorm van 'n ruggraat
Klippies wat 'n gesig maak... verbeel ek my?
Skielik hoor ek my eie stem: "wie is jy?"

"Ons is die groen
Ons is die hout
Ons is die oë
Ons is die woud
Ons is die takke
'Jy weet mos, jy weet mos'
Ons is die stilte
Ons is die bos"

The Forest

"We are the green
We are the wood
We are the eyes
We are the forest
We are the branches
'You know, you know'
We are the silence
We are the woods"

I follow a butterfly through the trees
And the lumberjacks can swear on their axes
They saw you floating between the trunks
With a rhythm of flowers woven into your shadow
And the undergrowth bending to kiss your ankles
And little voices whispering of every season
And green and thirst and water and snakes
And a multitude of leaves flowing from your cheeks
And so my longing grows to meet you myself
With the imprint of God and His breath in your blood
And I dare to venture into the depths after the butterfly
It is as if her wings understand my thoughts
They encourage me and my heart beats fast now
The canopy thickens and I wonder about the sunlight
That now so milky makes the paths disappear
And from the corners of my eyes between the green and the brown
The movements of little animals watching me multiply
My footsteps echoing against the trunks and the forest floor
Suddenly don't sound alone but I'd rather look ahead
And push through the forest's arms, how much can be left?
It's like my running is gaining momentum but the trees are getting denser
I bite through the scratches, the stumbles and the splinters
I fall head over heels but I get up every time
Earth between my teeth and the forest is in my head
We walk circles around each other, our meeting just around the corner
The spaces are getting smaller, I'm being buried by your roots
And now I seek the heart of the forest and its life
I hear it beating as the ground starts to shake
A steady thrumming grows in the groaning trees
And voices vibrating like living dreams
And in a moment I am suddenly in a clearing on my own
With the softest green grass of the most beautiful valleys
In a circle surrounded by a ring of trunks
And in the middle dances a whirlwind of leaves like flames
And the wind begins to sing like instruments that speak
And the leaves rise higher and higher in the shape of a spine
Pebbles forming a face... am I imagining it?
Suddenly I hear my own voice: "who are you?"

"We are the green
We are the wood
We are the eyes
We are the forest
We are the branches
'You know, you know'
We are the silence
We are the woods"