Текст и перевод песни Fokofpolisiekar - Oop Vir Misinterpretasie

Oop Vir Misinterpretasie

Net die skoon word vermoor
Net die sag kry seer
Net die jonk glo
Soos wat net die jonk van hart kan glo

Elke jaar gaan vinniger verby
Daar is geen konstantes nie
My ideaal is net 'n skadu teen die muur

Kunsmatig of nie
Dis my kennis, my vuur
Alhoewel mens nooit kan seker wees oor enige iets nie

My skoene is deur vroueslawe in die Verre-Ooste gemaak
Dis nie my skuld nie
My korttermyngeheue verval
Tersiêre opvoeding nietig verklaar
Dis nie my skuld nie

Net die skoon word vermoor
Net die sag kry seer
Net die jonk glo
Soos wat net die jonk van hart kan glo

Elke jaar gaan vinniger verby
Moet nie bekommer nie
Jou verbeelding spring jou voor
Dit was nog altyd so

'N Mens kan baie praat
Tog sukkel om sin te maak
Almal weet perspektief
Is nie 'n speelding nie

My vriende se bediendes het hulle met liefde grootgemaak
Dis nie my skuld nie
Ek herinner myself aan my pa
Hulle moes grens toe gaan
Dis nie my skuld nie

Net die skoon word vermoor
Net die sag kry seer
Net die jonk glo
Soos wat net die jonk van hart kan glo

Net die skoon word vermoor
Net die sag kry seer
Net die jonk glo
Soos wat net die jonk van hart kan glo

Net die skoon word vermoor
Net die sag kry seer
Net die jonk glo
Soos wat net die jonk van hart kan glo

Open to Misinterpretation

Only the beautiful will die
Only the soft will suffer
Only the young believe
As only the young at heart can believe

Every year goes by quicker
There are no constants
My idealism is just a shadow on the wall

Artificial or not
It's my knowledge, my fire
Even though one can never be certain about anything whatsoever

My shoes were made by slave labor in the Far East
It's not my fault
My short-term memory is failing
Tertiary education declared void
It's not my fault

Only the beautiful will die
Only the soft will suffer
Only the young believe
As only the young at heart can believe

Every year goes by quicker
Don't you worry
Your imagination gets ahead of you
It has always been so

One can talk a lot
Yet struggle to make sense
Everybody knows perspective
Isn't a toy

My friends' servants raised them with love
It's not my fault
I remind myself of my father
They had to go to the border
It's not my fault

Only the beautiful will die
Only the soft will suffer
Only the young believe
As only the young at heart can believe

Only the beautiful will die
Only the soft will suffer
Only the young believe
As only the young at heart can believe

Only the beautiful will die
Only the soft will suffer
Only the young believe
As only the young at heart can believe