Текст и перевод песни Bouwer Bosch feat. Jaco Van Der Merwe - (K)anker

(K)anker

Liewe vader die lewe kruip nader
Jy het 'n engel wat oor jou kyk
Jy is sterker as die dood se hande
Sy is 'n mens met haar vlerke wyd
Ek ken jou goed jy is die een wat aanhou
Sy staan by jou soos 'n standbeeld vas

My held is gewond
En ek weet hy kan oorleef
Maar dit is nie in my hande nie
Dit voel onregverdig
Maar wie's ek om dit te sê
Dis genade wat ek hier wil hê

Ek kry nie woorde om te sê hoe ek voel nie
Die trane in jou oë help my ook nie
Ons huis is sterk hy is gebou vir oorlog
Dis net omdat jy die fondament is

Was ek net jonk en idealisties om te glo
Dat als pas presies in patrone op 'n oopgevoude bloudruk
Realisties moet ek toegee dat ek self nog nooit daai lyne kon begryp nie
Ek swyg maar deur die eindelose vraagtekens dit lyk nie asof enige iemand doen nie
Ons sukkel met die plan laas jaar het my beste vriend van 'n dak af geval in japan
Hy het sy nek gebreek en doodgegaan in 'n verre vreemde land en ek voel ons lewens is maar net
Vingers half vol sand maar in die nagte as dit stil is hoor ek soms die stem van God
En in Sy aangesig sien ek my eie hart en hoe dit vrot maar ek voel ook sonder twyfel
Onmeetbare liefde van 'n vader en dis dan juis fokken dan wat weer glo in genade.

(Cancer)

Dear (Cancer)
You have an angel watching over you
You are stronger than the hands of death
She is a human with wings wide
I know you well you are the one who perseveres
She stands by you like a statue

My hero is wounded
And I know he can survive
But it is not in my hands
It feels unfair
But who am I to say it
It's mercy I want here

I have no words to say how I feel
The tears in your eyes do not help me either
Our house is strong and it is built for war
That's just because you are the foundation

Was I just young and idealistic to believe
That everything fits exactly into the patterns on an unfolded blueprint
Realistically I must admit that I have never been able to understand those lines myself
I remain silent through the endless question marks it seems that no one else does either
We struggle with the plan, last year my best friend fell off a roof in Japan
He broke his neck and died in a faraway foreign land and I feel our lives are nothing more than
Fingers half full of sand but in the nights when it is quiet I sometimes hear the voice of God
And in His face I see my own heart and how it rots but I also feel without a doubt
Immeasurable love from a father and that is precisely what makes me believe in mercy again.