Текст и перевод песни Bittereinder - Ware Verhaal

Ware Verhaal

Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die ritmes in ons bloed wat ons lewens bepaal
Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die openbaring in die waarde van my eie moedertaal
So spoeg ek my hartjie uit in netjiese rytjies
Rympies wat seer en heel maak soos 'n chirurg se snytjies
Jy kies wat jy lief is voor so tussen die lyntjies
Ek lê al lank genoeg in my Matrix-pypies
Miskien te ongeduldig om te begin met die basics
Maar nou neem ek te veel te vinnig in soos roomys en breinvries
Stilletjies bekruip ek hierdie onbekende grond
Met my woordeskat en ritme soos 'n geweer en 'n waghond
Julle almal donner rond in julle veilige kastele
Terwyl ek buite in die skadu's in die strate van jul stede
Die verlede en die toekoms in die straatligte soek
Ek luister na die fluister van geheime in elke hoek
Dit is nie so donker as wat dit van ver af lyk nie
Daar is harte wat verstaan as jy nie woorde gebruik nie
Die leemte roep nou hard, en ek kan sweer die tyd is hier
Ek is 'n kind van die warrelwind se middelpunt van vuur
Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die ritmes in ons bloed wat ons lewens bepaal
Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die openbaring in die waarde van my eie moedertaal
Die redes hoekom ons saamdrom lê in lyne van persepsie
Maar die voorstel van skoonspel is nog altyd buite die kwessie
Die bloed en die trane op ons sitkamerstelle
Pas mos mooi met die muurverf so onder die sterre
Flippit, ek's moeg van gebrek en gevlek en die stilte
Soos wapens wat sorg dat ons instort van binne
En skud in die koue van versmoorde drome
In ons kinders wat ons namaak is die donkerte volkome
O ja, ons kan raas, met woorde vol rooiwyn
Maar kyk hoe verdwyn ons harte agter daai toertjiegordyn
Soos 'n kinderpartytjie wat wit hasies laat verskyn
Behalwe dis grootmense wat nog lekker speel hier agter in die tuin
Gooi maar nog 'n glasie dat ons almal kan vergeet
Van die sweet en die grond en hoe ons ons eie stront eet
Of weet ons van beter? Kan iemand nog onthou
Waar die terugveg begin en die apatie ophou?
Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die ritmes in ons bloed wat ons lewens bepaal
Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die openbaring in die waarde van my eie moedertaal
Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die ritmes in ons bloed wat ons lewens bepaal
Sê tog die musiek beteken nog iets
As hierdie ding so erg gebreek is, sal ons dit ooit kan fix?
Ek soek al vir jare na die ware verhaal
Die openbaring in die waarde van my eie moedertaal

True Story

Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The rhythms in our blood that define our lives
Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The revelation in the value of my own mother tongue
So I spit my heart out in neat little rhythms
Rhymes that hurt and heal like a surgeon's cuts
You choose what you love between the lines
I've been lying in my Matrix tubes for long enough
Maybe too impatient to start with the basics
But now I'm taking in too much too fast, like ice cream and brain freeze
Quietly, I creep on this unknown ground
With my vocabulary and rhythm like a gun and a watchdog
You all thunder around in your safe castles
While I'm out in the shadows, in the streets of your cities
Searching for the past and the future in the streetlights
I listen to the whispers of secrets in every corner
It's not as dark as it seems from afar
There are hearts that understand even when you don't use words
The void is calling loudly now, and I can swear the time is here
I am a child of the whirlwind's center of fire
Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The rhythms in our blood that define our lives
Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The revelation in the value of my own mother tongue
The reasons why we gather lie in lines of perception
But the proposition of fair play has always been out of the question
The blood and tears on our living room sets
Must go well with the wall paint under the stars
Flippit, I'm tired of lack and stain and the silence
Like weapons that make us collapse from within
And shake in the cold of suffocated dreams
In our children who imitate us, the darkness is complete
Oh yes, we can rant, with words full of red wine
But look how our hearts disappear behind that magic curtain
Like a children's party that makes white rabbits appear
Except it's grown-ups who are still playing here in the back of the garden
Pour another glass so we can all forget
About the sweat and the soil and how we eat our own shit
Or do we know better? Can anyone still remember
Where the fight back begins and the apathy stops?
Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The rhythms in our blood that define our lives
Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The revelation in the value of my own mother tongue
Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The rhythms in our blood that define our lives
Tell me, does music still mean something?
If this thing is so broken, will we ever be able to fix it?
I've been searching for years for the true story
The revelation in the value of my own mother tongue