Текст и перевод песни Bok van Blerk - So Waai Die Wind

So Waai Die Wind

My oupa raak te oud vir al sy kwale,
En hy raak ook soms beneuk, maar daars 'n goeie man,
En hy nader 86,
En deur die lyne van sy oë,
Deur die oorloë van verandering,
Kan jy sien hy's nou gedaan,
En sy oë word gou weer lig,
En ek sien daar kom 'n storie,
Van die jare toe ons mense vir beskerming gepleit het,
Was 'n broederbond gebore,
En hy sien my oë frons,
Maar die vuur van al die jare,
Loop steeds nog deur sy are.

En so waai die wind, my kind,
En so waai die wind, ons blind,
En so waai die wind, my kind, Mos alles weg,
Maar dis diep in jou gebore,
Dat niks is ooit verlore.

En hy vra my deur die stories van hoe gaan dit nog op Maties,
En of ons nog ons taal praat want hy weet dis uit ons boeke,
En hy wens vir my 'n vrou toe,
Wat die haat 'n bietjie stil kan maak,
Want dit loop mos deur ons are,
Word net sterker deur die jare,

En so waai die wind, my kind,
En so waai die wind, ons blind,
En so waai die wind, my kind, Mos alles weg,
Maar dis diep in jou gebore,
Dat niks is ooit verlore

En hy hoef dit nie te sê,
Want dis in sy oë,
'N Trots wat my laat skaam voel 'n trots van bo,

En so waai die wind, my kind,
En so waai die wind, ons blind,
En so waai die wind, my kind, Mos alles weg,

Maar dis diep in jou gebore,
Dat niks is ooit verlore
Ja, dis diep in jou gebore,
Dat niks is ooit verlore.

So Waai Die Wind

My grandpa gets too old for all his qualities,
And he also gets a little stuffy sometimes, but there's a good man,
And he nears 86,
And through the lines of his eyes,
Through the wars of change,
You can see he's done now,
And his eyes quickly light up again,
And I see a story is coming,
From the years when our people appealed for protection,
A brotherhood was born,
And he sees my eyes frown,
But the fire of all those years,
Still flows through his veins.

And so the wind blows, my darling,
And so the wind blows, us blind,
And so the wind blows, darling, May everything disappear,
But it's deeply ingrained in you,
That nothing is ever lost.

And he asks me through the stories of how it's still going on at Maties,
And if we still speak our language because he knows it's from our books,
And he wishes a wife for me,
Who can quiet the hatred a bit,
Because it runs through our veins,
Just gets stronger through the years,

And so the wind blows, my darling,
And so the wind blows, us blind,
And so the wind blows, darling, May everything disappear,
But it's deeply ingrained in you,
That nothing is ever lost

And he doesn't have to say it,
For it's in his eyes,
A pride that makes me feel ashamed, a pride from above,

And so the wind blows, my darling,
And so the wind blows, us blind,
And so the wind blows, darling, May everything disappear,

But it's deeply ingrained in you,
That nothing is ever lost
Yes, it's deeply ingrained in you,
That nothing is ever lost.