Текст и перевод песни Laurika Rauch - Hot Gates In Afrikaans

Hot Gates In Afrikaans

Londen Rome Lissabon,
Amsterdam Parys Hong Kong
Moskou Teheran Riad,
Jerusalem Islamabad

Waco Waco Bethlehem,
Srebrenica Sebokeng
Sarajevo O Saigon,
Hiroshima Rubikon

Sien jy hoe die bloedrooi son verdwyn?
Sien jy daardie ridder op die plein?
Hoop ′is net die donder wat so dreun
O my dogter, o my seun

Weenen Dover Tripoli,
Frankfurt New York Lockerbie
Amajuba Timboektoe,
Chappaquiddick Waterloo

Boekarest St Petersburg,
Heilbron Hobhouse Gettysburg
Belfast Boedapest Bagdad,
Berchtesgaden Stalingrad

Sien jy hoe die bloedrooi son verdwyn?
Sien jy daardie ridder op die plein?
Hoop 'is net die donder wat so dreun
O my dogter, o my seun

Warskou Dresden Babilon,
Sharpeville My Lai Boipatong
Delvillebos El Alamein,
St Helena Mitchell′s Plain

Balaklava Austerlitz,
Belsen Buchenwald Auschwitz
Nagasaki O, Versailles
Armageddon Thermopylae

Sien jy hoe die bloedrooi son verdwyn?
Sien jy daardie ridder op die plein?
Hoop 'is net die donder wat so dreun
O my dogter, o my seun

Hoor hoe lui die klokke, keer op keer
Môre sal ons nuwe liedjies leer
Liedjies van 'n stad soos die van ouds
Maar die strate is van goud
Liedjies van ′n stad soos die van ouds
Maar die strate is van goud

Hot Gates In English

London Rome Lisbon,
Amsterdam Paris Hong Kong
Moscow Teheran Riyadh,
Jerusalem Islamabad

Waco Waco Bethlehem,
Srebrenica Sebokeng
Sarajevo O Saigon,
Hiroshima Rubicon

Do you see how the blood-red sun disappears?
Do you see that knight in the square?
Hope is only the thunder that rumbles so
O my daughter, o my son

Weenen Dover Tripoli,
Frankfurt New York Lockerbie
Amajuba Timbuktu,
Chappaquiddick Waterloo

Bucharest St Petersburg,
Heilbron Hobhouse Gettysburg
Belfast Budapest Bagdad,
Berchtesgaden Stalingrad

Do you see how the blood-red sun disappears?
Do you see that knight in the square?
Hope is only the thunder that rumbles so
O my daughter, o my son

Warsaw Dresden Babylon,
Sharpeville My Lai Boipatong
Delville Wood El Alamein,
St Helena Mitchell′s Plain

Balaklava Austerlitz,
Belsen Buchenwald Auschwitz
Nagasaki O, Versailles
Armageddon Thermopylae

Do you see how the blood-red sun disappears?
Do you see that knight in the square?
Hope is only the thunder that rumbles so
O my daughter, o my son

Hear how the bells ring, time and again
Tomorrow we will learn new songs
Songs of a city like the one of old
But the streets are of gold
Songs of a city like the one of old
But the streets are of gold