Текст и перевод песни Fokofpolisiekar - Parkiebank, Herfs 2017

Parkiebank, Herfs 2017

Jy mag jouself dalk vind
In die middel van die dag
Op n parkie bank sit
En dan dink jy
Hoe bekostig hierdie mense hierdie
Europese karre en paleisale Toskaanse tronke
Jy mag dalk dink
In ′n arm land is rykdom 'n skande, maar
Iemand is altyd ryker as almal anders
Jy mag dalk dink
Wat doen ek dat
Ek in die middel van die dag
Op n parkie bank kan sit
En dan raak ek bly
Want wat is daar om te doen?
Wie probeer ek beïndruk?
En dan dink ek by myself
Ek gaan nie my hele lewe lank werk om eendag niks te kan doen nie
Ek sal sommer nou begin
Ons doen nooit wat ons sê ons gaan nie, nè?
Wat maak ons nog hier?
Hierdie plek is nie ons s′n nie
Huis is waar jou mense is
My mense het nie tuisland nie
Ons doen nooit wat ons sê ons gaan nie
Wat maak ons nog hier?
Hierdie plek is nie ons s'n nie
Miskien dink jy by jouself
Ek is 'n produk
Ek is ′n bemarkingsveldtog
Ek is ′n kommoditeit
Dis nie hoe ek my kinders wil grootmaak nie
Die middelklas is 'n buffer
En ons moet hier uit
Honger mense bly nie lank honger nie
Die malhuis het beheer van die malhuis
Geneem en kom al hoe nader aan die kluis
In die donker is die blinde een koning
Maghonger koning maak
Maghonger volgelinge
En koning bly nie lank op sy troon nie
Ek lê op die gras en luister Lucas Maree
Ek vermoed die hart werk soos die weduwee se kruik
Haar hart is seer, want haar man is dood
En ek kan dit op my vingers tel wat vir my belangrik is

Park Bench, Autumn 2017

You might find yourself
In the middle of the day
Sitting on a park bench
And then you think
How can these people afford these
European cars and palatial Tuscan mansions
You might think
In a poor country, wealth is a disgrace,
But someone is always richer than everyone else
You might think
What am I doing that
I can sit in the middle of the day
On a park bench
And then I get happy
Because what is there to do?
Who am I trying to impress?
Then I think by myself
I'm not going to work all my life so that one day I can do nothing
I will start now
We never do what we say we're not going to do, do we?
What are we still doing here?
This place is not ours
Home is where your people are
My people have no homeland
We never do what we say we're not going to do
What are we still doing here?
This place is not ours
Maybe you think to yourself
I am a product
I am a marketing campaign
I am a commodity
This is not how I want to raise my children
The middle class is a buffer
And we have to get out of here
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
The madhouse has seized control of the madhouse
Taken and brought ever closer to the vault
In the dark, the blind man is a king
Power-hungry king makes
Power-hungry followers
And the king does not remain on his throne for long
I lie on the grass and listen to Lucas Maree
I suspect that the heart works like the widow's cruse
Her heart is sore because her husband is dead
And I can count on my fingers what is important to me