Текст и перевод песни Bok van Blerk - Platteland

Platteland

Hierdie grond, hierdie stof, wat ek hou in my hand.
Hierdie bloed, hierdie been van my mense, my land.
Hierdie stuk van my hart van my pa geërf.
Vir dit sal ek lewe, vir dit sal ek sterf.

Platteland, O menseland, geskep vir my uit God se hand.
Platteland, O traneland, gebou uit klip verval tot sand.

Hierdie woorde van haat wat ek hoor op die wind.
Hierdie mense wat sê dat my mense is blind.
Maar as jy kyk, as jy kyk, kyk wat staan daar.
Kyk waar's die klippe van bouers bewaar.

Platteland, O menseland, geskep vir my uit God se hand.
Platteland, O traneland, gebou uit klip verval tot sand.

En wat bly, bly daaroor? Hoekom veg ons oor grond?
En wat is, is 'n mens? Dinamiet met 'n lont.
Wat moet ek sê sodat almal verstaan?
Dis hier waar ek lewe, dis hier waar ek staan.

Platteland, O menseland, geskep vir my uit God se hand.
Platteland, O traneland, gebou uit klip verval tot sand.

Die wêreld draai en die tyd vergaan.
En eintlik bloei ons almal saam.

Platteland, O sieleland, ek hoor jou roep, jy roep na my.
My hart se land, beloofteland, ek staan geboei maar ek is vry.

Countryside

This soil, this dust, that I hold in my hand.
This blood, this bone of my people, my land.
This piece of my heart inherited from my father.
For this I will live, for this I will die.

Countryside, O land of people, created for me by God's hand.
Countryside, O land of tears, built from stone that decayed to sand.

These words of hate that I hear on the wind.
These people who say that my people are blind.
But if you look, if you look, look what is there.
Look where the stones of the builders are preserved.

Countryside, O land of people, created for me by God's hand.
Countryside, O land of tears, built from stone that decayed to sand.

And what remains, what remains? Why do we fight over land?
And what is, is a human? Dynamite with a fuse.
What must I say so that everyone understands?
This is where I live, this is where I stand.

Countryside, O land of people, created for me by God's hand.
Countryside, O land of tears, built from stone that decayed to sand.

The world turns and time passes.
And in reality we all flourish together.

Countryside, O land of souls, I hear you call, you call to me.
The land of my heart, promised land, I stand captivated but I am free.