Текст и перевод песни Coenie de Villiers - Katedraal

Katedraal

In my kerk is daar geen dak nie
Geen relief of skildery nie
Geen kandelaar wat hoog moet hang nie
Almal kan hier toegang kry
Want my kopel is die hemel
Hoog genoeg vir al die sterre
Breed genoeg vir die planete
Hier sal jy stilte
Hier sal vrede
Hier sal jy rus by my

In my kerk is daar geen mure
Wat n horison beperk nie
Daars geen deure of geen slot nie
Geen register om te merk nie
Want die berge is die seile
Waar die arende kan skuil hou
Ja die vlaktes is vloere
Hier sal jy stilte
Hier sal jy vrede

Hier sal jy rus by my

In my kerk is daar vensters
Wat met brandglas kleure blink nie
Nagmaal brood wat jy moet breek of
Wyn wat iemand nog moet skink nie
Want in die kerk sien jy die kleure
In die skemer as die son sak
As laaste wolke saampak
Hier sal jy stilte
Hier sal jy vrede

Hier sal jy rus by my
Kom kry

In my kerk is daar koor of
Orel wat die rus verstoor nie
Hier vra niemand vir jou geld nie
As jy bieg sal niemand hoor nie
Want die storms is perkussie
En die wind wat nooit wil rus nie
Maak musiek met al die bome
Hier sal jy stilte
Hier sal jy vrede
Hier sal jy rus by my
Kom kry.

Cathedral

My church has no roof
No sculpture or painted scene
No chandelier hanging high
All are welcome to come in
For my dome is the heavens
High enough for all the stars
Wide enough for all the planets
Here you'll find solace
Here you'll find peace
Here you'll find rest with me

My church has no walls
Which limit a horizon
There are no doors or locks
There's no register to sign
For the mountains are the pews
Where the eagles can recline
And the plains are the floor
Here you'll find solace
Here you'll find peace

Here you'll find rest with me

My church has windows
Not stained glass or brightly lit
No communion bread to break
Or wine to be poured
For the church has colors
In the twilight as the sun goes down
As clouds gather
Here you'll find solace
Here you'll find peace

Here you'll find rest with me
Come find

My church has no choir
Or organ to disturb the peace
No one asks you for money
No one hears you confess
For the storms are percussion
And the wind that never sleeps
Plays music through the trees
Here you'll find solace
Here you'll find peace
Here you'll find rest with me
Come find.