Текст и перевод песни Bittereinder - Houvas

Houvas

Ek ken die seer van ou passie, ek het nie meer 'n houvas nie
Dit glip tussen my vingers en die ink is net 'n reaksie
In stories van die mensdom, die glorieryke dom mens
Die lyke op die slagveld en die duiwel met sy vol pens
Ek struikel oor my hol wens en huil oor die leemte
Aan die gatkant van die wêreld lê my rympies se verlede
Veels te swaar vir my gewete, hou my wakker op die snelweg
In die nag en as dit reën en in die oop mond van die hel
Dis sleg om alles te onthou as mens net elke keer die merk mis
Die rondsit en die niksdoen maak my sommer nou vir werk lus
Ek's perdfris, tog glad nie, my woorde sit soos gom vas
Die konteks wil my versmoor en ek verbrand soos 'n dompas
Die kompas van duister is geyk en vervelig
En ek giggel oor die rockstars wat nie leer van die verlede nie
Patrone sou selfs snaaks wees as dit nie so blerrie hartseer was nie
Tieners kots al harder want ons het nie meer 'n houvas nie

Ek moet glo dis moontlik
Selfsal voel dit of ek te hoog mik
Slag die prins wat op daai troon sit
Ons moet glo dis moontlik

Ek wil van liefde en koue water leef, blydskap deur die donker weef
'N rustigheid ten midde van die oorlogshart beleef
Maar 'n gewapende vrede trek nou verdraagsaam my bene en dis 'n
Rigting wat ek eerlik vrees ek glad nie kan oorleef nie
En ek glimlag met my slagtande, want vriendelikheid kos niks nie
Die illusies van my goedheid stort nou neer as ware fiksie
Ek's 'n dier wat bloed geproe het, en my instink is getrou
Ek sien my vyand en sy slagaar is die diepste blou
Daar's gedeeltes van myself wat heeltyd sterf in die onweer
Maar die wapens wat my opkerf is tog saggeaard en teer
En ek grou vir selfbeheersing en 'n houvas in die stryd, want
Net tyd kan getuig van die soetheid van die vrye man

Houvas

I know the pain of old passion, I have no more control
It slips between my fingers and the ink is just a reaction
In stories of mankind, the glorious stupid human being
The bodies on the battlefield and the devil with his full belly
I stumble over my empty wish and cry about the void
On the outskirts of the world lie my rhymes' past
Far too heavy for my conscience, keep me awake on the highway
In the night and when it rains and in the open mouth of hell
It's bad to remember everything when one always misses the mark
Sitting around and doing nothing makes me want to work now
I'm as fresh as a horse, yet not at all, my words get stuck like glue
The context wants to suffocate me and I burn like an idiot
The compass of darkness is calibrated and boring
And I giggle about the rock stars who don't learn from the past
Patterns would even be funny if they weren't so damn sad
Teenagers puke louder because we no longer have a grip

I have to believe it's possible
Even if it feels like I'm aiming too high
Kill the prince who sits on that throne
We have to believe it's possible

I want to live on love and cold water, weave joy through the darkness
Experience a tranquility amidst the war heart
But an armed peace now calmly pulls my legs and it's a
Direction that I honestly fear I cannot survive
And I smile with my fangs, because kindness costs nothing
The illusions of my goodness are now collapsing as true fiction
I'm an animal that has tasted blood, and my instinct is faithful
I see my enemy and his artery is the deepest blue
There are parts of myself that constantly die in the storm
But the weapons that cut me up are still gentle and tender
And I am disgusted by self-control and a grip in the battle, because
Only time can bear witness to the sweetness of the free man