Текст и перевод песни Elvis Blue - Hillbrow

Hillbrow

Ou man sit by die straatkafee
En kyk al die mense
Loop heen-en-weer
Boemelaars raas
By die Wimpy Bar
En Fontana is oop
Tot laat in die aand
Kaalvoet kinders
In die straat
Wys parkeerplek aan
En hou dan die hand
En hou dan die hand
En hou oop die hand

En gee, gee, gee
Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente, jou drome
Jou klere vol gate
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow

In Quartz Straat
Hoor ek 'n meisie my roep
Daar's 'n Hare Krishna
Wat vra wat ek soek
En ken ek vir Jesus?
Vra 'n man op die stoep
Tussen Hillbrow records
En Estoril Books
En dis lank na twaalfuur
En die Hillbrow toring stuur
Sy seine in die nag
Sy sein in die nag
Sy sein vir die junkies wat wag, o

En gee, gee, gee
Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente, jou drome
Jou toekoms vol gate
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow

En die ligte gaan aan
In die Chelsea Hotel
En stemme en musiek
Klink in elke woonstel
Ons sit in die koue, drink wyn
Ons survive met 'n helse lot pyn
In hierdie land, ja
Ons survive met 'n helse lot pyn
In hierdie land, ja
Kom ons drink op die een
Wat sy drome oorleef
Op die een wat kry wat hy vra, ja

En gee, gee, gee
Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente jou drome
Jou toekoms vol gate
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Ja, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow, o

Hillbrow

My dear, I'm sitting by the sidewalk cafe
And watch all the people
Walking back and forth
The homeless make a racket
By the Wimpy Bar
And Fontana is open
Until late at night
Barefoot children
In the street
Show me where to park
And then hold out their hand
And then hold out their hand
And hold out their hand

And give, give, give
Give, give, give
Your cents, your dreams
Your clothes full of holes
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Give your heart to Hillbrow

In Quartz Street
I hear a girl calling my name
There's a Hare Krishna
Asking what I'm looking for
And do I know Jesus?
A man on the step asks
Between Hillbrow records
And Estoril Books
And it's long after midnight
And the Hillbrow tower sends
Its signals into the night
Its signal into the night
Its signal for the junkies who wait

And give, give, give
Give, give, give
Your cents, your dreams
Your future full of holes
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Give your heart to Hillbrow

And the lights come on
In the Chelsea Hotel
And voices and music
Sound in every apartment
We sit in the cold, drink wine
We survive with a hell of a lot of pain
In this country, yeah
We survive with a hell of a lot of pain
In this country, yeah
Come let's drink to the one
Whose dreams survive
To the one who gets what he asks for, yeah

And give, give, give
Give, give, give
Your cents your dreams
Your future full of holes
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Yes, give your heart to Hillbrow
Give your heart to Hillbrow