Текст и перевод песни Bittereinder feat. Toast Coetzer, Hunter Kennedy, Ilze Ontong, M.J. du Preez, Andries Bezuidenhout, Mavis Vermaak & Tom Gouws - Regstreeks: Die Dinkmasjien

Regstreeks: Die Dinkmasjien

Toast Coetzer:

Hierdie is 'n klein nota nou
Kom regstreeks uit die voël se kou
Meng jy sterlig met jou skaad
Swem jy saans saam jou haat
Uit jou oog en jou hart en jou mond
Kom jou ma en jou pa en jou broer se kind
Wyd oor die aarde saai jou smart
In die donkerland swem jou sein
Regstreeks oor die wegmaak van
Die mure die grafte die gragte tussen ons
Graag pleister ons die toekoms heel
Regstreeks oor die regmaak van
Die man met die plan in die Ponte-toring
Die vrou wat wou in die fyn van haar mou
Lig julle koppe hou op met skrou
Hoop op die paaie
Hoop op die water
Hoop

Jaco van der Merwe:

Jy sal nooit weer hoef te baklei oor 'n remote
Of skaam te kry of trots te wees oor jou vyf voorname
Wat in die baarde van jou swart en wit stamvaders
Jou deur bloed en babadoop benader
Genade, ons is vasgenael aan die kassie
Soos spykers in 'n kruis (elke huis het mos een)
Ons passie word uitgesuig of verdrink soos die dopsisteem
Stilletjies opgeneem maar luidkeels
Word ons wydsbeen-wielie-walie-wawiele viral
Daar wapper 'n vierkleur irriterend op die skerm soos 'n vlam
O nee, dis tandepasta wat als kan doen in een, mam!
Maar meeste van die volk besit dan skaars een tand
Sit jou vaderlandromanse eers eenkant, bewegings sonder weerstand
Ons blink in die dof-lig en dink oor die redes hoekom ons pa's in die hof sit
As ons deur die vrot en trots sif verander ons vonnis na belofte

Hunter Kennedy:

Staan op
Staan op
Gaan gym
Was jou
Eet

Werk toe
Kyk goed
Werk 'n bietjie
Eet
Kyk goed
Werk 'n bietjie
Goed

Dis huis toe gaan tyd
En dit hang af waar jy bly
Hoe lank dit jou gaan vat voor jy weer kan
Eet
En goed kyk
En slaap

Herhaal
Herhaal

Ilze Ontong:

In 'n oogwink as jy mooi dink, spook die beelde by jou.
Haar kontoere vorm vloere, waar jou brein herkou.
Sou jy terugstaan by 'n ligpaal en die waarheid sien.
Mag jy wonder oor die inhoud wat jy jouself mee bedien.

Sien 'n prentjie van die mensies om 'n vuurtjie sit,
Hul vertel stories van legendes, vandag noem ons dit bid.
So 'n beeld vorm norms waar refleksie sou lê,
Waardes en waarheid in gebare wat wyse manne sou sê.

Is there disgrace in the foe of the power of one?
Dancing to freedom was exchanged with core battles of tongue.
Mr President is a synonym for the blaming game.
Bouncing ignorance, feed the system with more hunger pains.

Truth is lacking yet we're stacking in front of television sets.
Maar change die channel want ek kyknet sodat ek saam kan klets.
Onthou jy die kringe in 'n bos, waar vuur die middelpunt was?
Boek met bladsy, staan opsy; Boks met beeld draai mens in haar as.

M.J. du Preez:

Ag ekskuus meneer, ag teken my petisie.
Ekskuus meneer, het u dalk tyd vir 'n revolusie?
Ek ly aan 'n illusie oor my mede mense se evolusie
Want ek het my eie visie maar ek's besig om my te vervies hier.

Ekskuus meneer, dink u nie ook dis sies hier?
Liewe Meneer, al wat ek na drang is 'n bietjie rusie!
Ek kan rêrig nie glo dat u nie my kant wil kies nie.
Al wat ek rêrig kort is 'n klein bietjie publisi...

Tyd om te go! Genoeg ou, ek's moeg nou.
Ek verstaan jy wroeg gou, maar jou ou vlag vlieg flou.
Ekskuus bro. Dude, wees verseker, as jy nie die regering vertrou,
Wil jy hulle verseker nie met die doodstraf aanskou.

Uh, maar... meneer!

Hou op met al julle komberse, hou op met al julle brood.
Minder mense, minder gaan dan dood.
Wees die verskil wat jy in die samelewing wil sien
So hang jouself as jy weet dis wat jy verdien.

Andries Bezuidenhout:

Die Grootrivier is elders groot,
Hier's dit bloot ʼn sloot met gal
Wat skrik tot slik en dan
Winterkoud die grond in syg.

Iewers brand boeke in ʼn biblioteek,
Rook wat eenbeen regop staan
Dan deur wind geamputeer
En wegbloei uit my truspieëlraam.

Iemand soebat in Frans en Lingala,
Maar ʼn buiteband word aangesteek.
Koppe is die doppe van die omelette
Wat moet breek om die storie te wreek.

Hou die landskap wat na agter verdwyn
Vir net nog ʼn ruk in kwarantyn
Dit het meer as winter onderlede
En is siek siek siek, siek siek siek

Mavis Vermaak:

Vergeet, vergeet van 'n revolusie

Die revolusie krap in asblikke
Die revolusie vra R2
Die revolusie wil jou venster was
Dit is vuil en dit snuffel langs snelweë
Dis alleen en dis swanger op twaalf
Die revolusie stort ineen op die golfbaan
Dit hou jou kos warm en dit wag

Vergeet, vergeet van die revolusie

Dit brand soos 'n droom, oneindig, onblusbaar
Dis ewig soos alles, dit reis deur die lug
Dis die sopkombuis van die kosmos
Dis die diepste sug wat daar is

Tom Gouws:

Die fusie van rewolusie
Smelt tradisie en illusie.
Woorde word ons ammunisie,
Kartetse van seer presisie.
My tongsambok blitsklits die taal –
Gee die teken vir die vuurverhaal.
Rewolusie dwing die hek oop,
Slaan rymend vensters met 'n vuis.
Op asem se kragveldkontoere
Dreunsing boer, pandoer en hoer.
Die fusie van rewolusie
Staan op my pa se stoep en roep:
Maak oop jou hart maak oop jou deur.
Laat my binnekom, laat my bly.

Live: The Think Machine

Toast Coetzer:

This is a small note now
Coming live from the cold of the bird
Do you mix starlight with your shadow
Do you swim at night with your hatred
From your eye and your heart and your mouth
Come your mother and your father and your brother's child
Sow your pain wide across the earth
In the dark land your signal swims
Live on the removal of
The walls the graves the canals between us
We like to plaster the future whole
Live on the fixing of
The man with the plan in the Ponte tower
The woman who wanted in the fine of her sleeve
Raise your heads hold on tight
Hope on the roads
Hope on the water
Hope

Jaco van der Merwe:

You will never again have to fight over a remote
Or be ashamed or proud of your five first names
Which in the beards of your black and white ancestors
Approach you through blood and baptism
Grace, we are nailed to the box
Like nails in a cross (every house has one)
Our passion is sucked out or drowned like the dopsystem
Recorded quietly but loudly
Our wide-legged-wheelie-wobblie-wows go viral
There a four-color flutters irritatingly on the screen like a flame
Oh no, it's toothpaste that can do everything in one, ma'am!
But most of the people hardly have one tooth
Put your patriotic romance aside for now, movements without resistance
We shine in the dim light and think about the reasons why our dads are in court
If we sift through the rotten and proud, we change our sentence to promise

Hunter Kennedy:

Stand up
Stand up
Go to the gym
Wash your
Eat

Go to work
Look closely
Work a little
Eat
Look closely
Work a little
Good

It's time to go home
And it depends on where you live
How long it will take you before you can again
Eat
And watch closely
And sleep

Repeat
Repeat

Ilze Ontong:

In the blink of an eye, if you think carefully, the images haunt you.
Her contours form floors, where your brain ruminates.
Should you stand back by a lamppost and see the truth.
You may wonder about the content you serve yourself.

See a picture of the people sitting around a fire,
They tell stories of legends, today we call it prayer.
Such an image forms norms where reflection should lie,
Values and truth in gestures that wise men would say.

Is there disgrace in the foe of the power of one?
Dancing to freedom was exchanged with core battles of tongue.
Mr President is a synonym for the blaming game.
Bouncing ignorance, feed the system with more hunger pains.

Truth is lacking yet we're stacking in front of television sets.
But change the channel because I'm just watching so I can chat.
Do you remember the circles in a forest, where fire was the center?
Book with page, stand aside; Box with image turns one to ashes.

M.J. du Preez:

Oh excuse me sir, oh sign my petition.
Excuse me sir, do you have time for a revolution?
I suffer from an illusion about the evolution of my fellow human beings
Because I have my own vision but I'm getting annoyed here.

Excuse me sir, don't you think it's a shame here?
Dear sir, all I crave is a little fight!
I really can't believe you don't want to choose my side.
All I really need is a little publici...

Time to go! Enough old man, I'm tired now.
I understand you get angry quickly, but your old flag is flying low.
Excuse me bro. Dude, rest assured, if you don't trust the government,
You certainly don't want to see them with the death penalty.

Uh, but... sir!

Stop with all your blankets, stop with all your bread.
Less people, less will die.
Be the difference you want to see in society
So hang yourself if you know that's what you deserve.

Andries Bezuidenhout:

The Great River is great elsewhere,
Here it is just a ditch with bile
Which shrinks to mud and then
Winter-cold seeps into the ground.

Somewhere books are burning in a library,
Smoke that stands upright on one leg
Then amputated by wind
And bleeds away from my rearview mirror frame.

Someone pleads in French and Lingala,
But an outer tire is set on fire.
Heads are the shells of the omelet
Which must break to avenge the story.

Keep the landscape that disappears behind
In quarantine for just another moment
It is more than winter underneath
And is sick sick sick, sick sick sick

Mavis Vermaak:

Forget, forget about a revolution

The revolution scrapes in garbage cans
The revolution asks for R2
The revolution wants to wash your window
It is dirty and it sniffles along highways
It's lonely and it's pregnant at twelve
The revolution collapses on the golf course
It keeps your food warm and it waits

Forget, forget about the revolution

It burns like a dream, infinite, unquenchable
It's eternal like everything, it travels through the air
It's the soup kitchen of the cosmos
It's the deepest sigh there is

Tom Gouws:

The fusion of revolution
Melts tradition and illusion.
Words are our ammunition,
Cartels of precise pain.
My tongue whip flashes the language –
Give the sign for the fire story.
Revolution forces the gate open,
Rhyming fists beat windows.
On the force field contours of breath
Drone farmer, riot police and whore drone.
The fusion of revolution
Stand on my dad's porch and shout:
Open your heart open your door.
Let me in, let me stay.