Текст и перевод песни Jim Reeves - Sarie Marais

Sarie Marais

My Sarie Marais is so ver van my hart
Maar′k hoop om haar weer te sien
Sy het in die wyk van die Mooirivier gewoon
Nog voor die oorlog het begin
O bring my t'rug na die ou Transvaal
Daar waar my Sarie woon
Daar onder in die mielies
By die groen doringboom
Daar woon my Sarie Marais
Oh, bring my t′rug na die ou Transvaal
Daar waar my Sarie woon
Daar onder in die mielies
By die groen doringboom
Daar woon my Sarie Marais
Ek was so bang dat die Kakies my sou vang
En ver oor die see wegstuur
Toe vlug ek na die kant van die Upington se sand
Daar onder langs die Grootrivier
Oh, bring my t'rug na die ou Transvaal
Daar waar my Sarie woon
Daar onder in die mielies
By die groen doringboom
Daar woon my Sarie Marais
Die Kakies is mos net soos 'n krokodillepes
Hulle sleep jou altyd water toe
Hul gooi jou op ′n skip vir ′n lange, lange trip
Die josie weet waarnatoe
Oh, bring my t'rug na die ou Transvaal
Daar waar my Sarie woon
Daar onder in die mielies
By die groen doringboom
Daar woon my Sarie Marais
Verlossing het gekom en die huis toe gaan was daar
Terug na die ou Transvaal
My lieflingspersoon sal seker ook daar wees
Om my met ′n kus te beloon
Oh, bring my t'rug na die ou Transvaal
Daar waar my Sarie woon
Daar onder in die mielies
By die groen doringboom
Daar woon my Sarie Marais

Sarie Marais

My Sarie Marais is so far away from my heart
But I hope to see her again
She used to live in the Mooirivier district
Before the war began
Oh, take me back to the old Transvaal
Where my Sarie lives
There amidst the cornfields
By the green thorn tree
There lives my Sarie Marais
Oh, take me back to the old Transvaal
Where my Sarie lives
There amidst the cornfields
By the green thorn tree
There lives my Sarie Marais
I was so afraid that the Khaki would catch me
And send me far across the sea
So I fled to the side of the Upington sand
There by the Great River
Oh, take me back to the old Transvaal
Where my Sarie lives
There amidst the cornfields
By the green thorn tree
There lives my Sarie Marais
The Khaki are like a crocodile
They always drag you to the water
They throw you on a ship for a long, long trip
The donkey knows where it's going
Oh, take me back to the old Transvaal
Where my Sarie lives
There amidst the cornfields
By the green thorn tree
There lives my Sarie Marais
Liberation came and going home was there
Back to the old Transvaal
My beloved will certainly be there
To reward me with a kiss
Oh, take me back to the old Transvaal
Where my Sarie lives
There amidst the cornfields
By the green thorn tree
There lives my Sarie Marais