Текст и перевод песни Koos Kombuis - Lady van die Bodorp

Lady van die Bodorp

Ek kuier in jou voorhuis tussen mikrogolwe se gesuis
Jou pa rook pyp, jou ma is kuis and each status symbol's in it's place
Julle kennis en kultuur, die wys in elke meubelstuk se prys
Jou broer studeer nou in Parys, jou ouma maak groentesop en vleis
Die bediende is 'n mental case in die nuut her-ontwerpte hout kombuis
Ek het jou op Koelbaai ontmoet met "Frankie goes to Hollywood'
Met ons eerste soen was ek vol moed, al was my klere vol stof en roet
Van Langstraat, Hillbrow en Goodwood, daar was olie vlekke op my hoed
En my hande was vreemd en benoud op jou sagte lyf, jou asem soet
Jou aksent en jou mooimaak goed, teen al die ander was jy tog te cute
Koortjie:
Jy's my Lady van die Bodorp, jy verstaan
My Lady van die Bodorp na wie ek snags kan gaan
Jy's my quality en class, jy maak liefde sonder om te raas
Ek maak nooit weer 'n ander pass
Toe het ek julle buurt leer ken, almal was mal of into Zen
Ge-patchde T-Shirts, jeans, Hang-Ten, in elke sweater sak 'n blink vulpen
Almal smile so vriendelik en vra my wie's nou sonder pen
Nou's ek nimmer meer alleen, want ek weet ek het jou hart gewen

Hulle ken van Classics en Jacques Brel, hulle weet hoe om Bordeaux te spel
Hulle lees boeke soos "Een vir Azazel', en gesels oor SAR se private hell
Hulle is vriendelik as jy hulle bel om jou al die nuutstes te vertel
Van so en so se "kiss, don't tell', jou paspoort is jou ryk, wit vel
Selfs die proffessore is jou pêl, dis so anders as in Brackenfell
Koortjie
Daar is baie ander net soos jy, wat met hulle Japanese tape-decks ry
Wat partytjies hou en warm vry op champagne breakfasts en Cabernet
En almal gaan ryk erf soos jy, elkeen dra tekkies en 'n oorhang trui
Hulle gesprekke gaan oor fuifery, wind surfers, sauna's en perdry
Hulle doen kursusse in pottebakkery, en ken die werk van Claude Monet
My Lady van die Bodorp, dit promise ek vir jou,
Solank jy straight bly, sal ek altyd van jou hou
My liefde sal jy nooit berou, ek sou al gewaai het as ek wou
Maar ek is moeg van swart en blou, ek kom nog onlangs uit die kou
Met jassakke wat toppers binne hou, hoe kan ek weggaan, selfs al sou so iets gebeur?
Laters of nou, wie anders kan ek in my hart vashou?
Koortjie

Lady of the Suburbs

I hang out in your foyer amidst the hum of microwaves
Your dad smokes a pipe, your mom is chaste, and each status symbol's in its place
Your knowledge and culture, the wisdom in the price of each piece of furniture
Your brother's studying in Paris, your grandma makes vegetable soup and meat
The servant is a mental case in the newly redesigned wooden kitchen
I met you at Koelbaai with "Frankie Goes to Hollywood"
With our first kiss, I was full of courage, even though my clothes were full of dust and soot
From Langstraat, Hillbrow, and Goodwood, there were oil stains on my hat
And my hands were strange and anxious on your soft body, your breath so sweet
Your accent and your makeup, against all the others you were just too cute
Chorus:
You're my Lady of the Suburbs, you understand
My Lady of the Suburbs to whom I can go at night
You're my quality and class, you make love without making a fuss
I'll never make another pass
Then I got to know your neighborhood, everyone was crazy or into Zen
Patched T-shirts, jeans, Hang Ten, in every sweater pocket a shiny pen
Everyone smiles so friendly and asks me who's without a pen now
Now I'm never alone again, because I know I've won your heart

They know about Classics and Jacques Brel, they know how to spell Bordeaux
They read books like "One for Azazel" and talk about SAR's private hell
They're friendly when you call them to tell you all the latest
About so-and-so's "kiss, don't tell", your passport is your kingdom, white skin
Even the professors are your pals, it's so different from Brackenfell
Chorus
There are many others just like you, who drive with their Japanese tape decks
Who have parties and make love warmly at champagne breakfasts and Cabernet
And everyone will inherit wealth like you, each one wears sneakers and a baggy sweater
Their conversations are about partying, windsurfing, saunas, and horseback riding
They take courses in pottery and know the work of Claude Monet
My Lady of the Suburbs, I promise you this,
As long as you stay straight, I will always love you
You'll never regret my love, I would have left already if I wanted to
But I'm tired of black and blue, I just recently came out of the cold
With jacket pockets that hold toppers, how can I leave, even if something like that happened?
Later or now, who else can I hold in my heart?
Chorus