Текст и перевод песни Johannes Kerkorrel en die Gereformeerde Blues Band - Hillbrow

Hillbrow

Ou man sit by die straatkafees,
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... o

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

In Quartz Straat hoor ek 'n meisie my roep,
Daar's 'n Hare Krishna what vra what 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 what wag, o

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.

En die ligte gaan aan in die Chelsea Hotel,
En stemme en musiek klink in elke woonstel.
Ons sit in die son, drink wyn,
Ons survive met 'n helse lot pyn in hierdie land, ja
Kom ons drink op die een wat sy drome oorleef,
Op die een what 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,
Komaan, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow

Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm

Hillbrow

Hey, you're sitting outside a sidewalk cafe,
Watching the people mill about
Beggars swarm the Wimpy Bar,
And Fontana's open late tonight,
Barefoot children in the street, guiding you to a parking space,
And then they hold out their hand, they hold out their hand,
And they open their hand... oh

And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your cents, your dreams, your clothes with holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Yes, give your heart to Hillbrow

In Quartz Street, I hear a girl calling me,
There's a Hare Krishna asking what I'm looking for
And do I know Jesus? Asks a man on the sidewalk,
Between Hillbrow Records and Estoril Books
And it's long past midnight,
And the Hillbrow tower sends out
Its signals in the night, its signal in the night,
Its signal for the junkies who wait, oh

And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your cents, your dreams, your future with holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow,
Yes, give your heart to Hillbrow.

And the lights come on in the Chelsea Hotel,
And voices and music sound from every apartment.
We sit in the sun, drink wine,
We survive with a hell of a lot of pain in this country, yes
Let's drink to the one who outlives his dreams,
To the one who gets what he asks for, yes

And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your cents your dreams, your future with holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Yes, give your heart to Hillbrow,
Come on, give your heart to Hillbrow

Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm