Текст и перевод песни Ricus Nel - Bokkies Jag

Bokkies Jag

Ons hang almal op Oom Frikkie se lippe
Soos hy vertel hoe hy gejag het
In die goeie ou dae, ah ha

Hy was die man en die bokke
Het in 'n ry gestaan
Met hul stywe jeans en hulle lipstick aan
Ah ha, ah ha

By die watergat sit hy en brag
Oor die bokkies wat hy vanaad
Weer plat gaan trek

Dan se hy, spring bokkie
Bokkie, bokkie, spring vir my
Rooi bokkie, bokkie
Sien jy kyk vir my
Staan nader
Dat ek julle my fisier can kry

Gemsbokkie, bokkie
Jy's 'n wilde trofee
Wilds bokkie bokkie
Wil jy biltong gee
Staan nader
Ek kalibrer my geweer

Dit was die goeie ou dae
Boeta glo vir my
Daar was net een bokkie
Wat Oom Frikkie nie kon kry

Soos almal het Oom Frikkie
Maar oud geword
Spoor verloor, misgeskiet
Ah ha, ah ha

Daar was 'n gooitjie goose
Sy was 'n mooietjie maar
Maar hy kon haar nie quest
Sy het nooit sy dors kom les
Ah ha

By die watergat sit hy nog steeds en brag
Oor die bokkies wat hy vanaad
Weer plat gaan trek

Dan se hy, spring bokkie
Bokkie, bokkie, spring vir my
Rooi bokkie, bokkie
Sien jy kyk vir my
Staan nader
Dat ek julle my fisier can kry

Gemsbokkie, bokkie
Jy's 'n wilde trofee
Wilds bokkie bokkie
Wil jy biltong gee
Staan nader
Ek kalibrer my geweer

Dit was die goeie ou dae
Boeta glo vir my
Daar was net een bokkie
Wat Oom Frikkie nie kon kry

Maar soos elke aand gaan
Oom Frikkie alleen terug huistoe
En na sy honger kind en sy novilon kombuis toe
En daar sit hy en wonder
Hoe't hy dit opgevoeter
Om so sonder kind of kraai te wees

Maar boeta, onthou net een ding
Probeer bly die beste geweer, jy weet

Dan se hy, spring bokkie
Bokkie, bokkie, spring vir my
Rooi bokkie, bokkie
Sien jy kyk vir my
Staan nader
Dat ek julle my fisier can kry

Gemsbokkie, bokkie
Jy's 'n wilde trofee
Wilds bokkie bokkie
Wil jy biltong gee
Staan nader
Ek kalibrer my geweer

Dit was die goeie ou dae
Boeta glo vir my
Daar was net een bokkie
Wat Oom Frikkie nie kon kry

Dit was die goeie ou dae
Boeta glo vir my
Daar was net een bokkie
Wat Oom Frikkie nie kon kry

Ons hang almal op ou Frikkie se lippe
Soos hy vertel hoe hy gejag het
In die goeie ou dae

Hunting Springboks

We all hang on Uncle Frikkie's lips
As he tells how he hunted
In the good old days, ah ha

He was the man and the springboks
Stood in a line
With their tight jeans and their lipstick on
Ah ha, ah ha

By the watering hole he sits and brags
About the springboks he'll hunt today
Take them down again

Then he says, jump springbok
Springbok, springbok, jump for me
Red springbok, springbok
I see you looking at me
Come closer
So I can get you in my sights

Gemsbok, springbok
You're a wild trophy
Wild springbok, springbok
Will you make biltong
Come closer
I'm calibrating my rifle

Those were the good old days
Brother, believe me
There was only one springbok
That Uncle Frikkie couldn't get

Like everyone, Uncle Frikkie
Just got old
Lost track, missed his shot
Ah ha, ah ha

There was a little goose
She was a beauty but
But he couldn't quest her
She never quenched his thirst
Ah ha

By the watering hole he still sits and brags
About the springboks he'll hunt today
Take them down again

Then he says, jump springbok
Springbok, springbok, jump for me
Red springbok, springbok
I see you looking at me
Come closer
So I can get you in my sights

Gemsbok, springbok
You're a wild trophy
Wild springbok, springbok
Will you make biltong
Come closer
I'm calibrating my rifle

Those were the good old days
Brother, believe me
There was only one springbok
That Uncle Frikkie couldn't get

But like every night goes
Uncle Frikkie goes home alone
And to his hungry child and his empty kitchen
And there he sits and wonders
How he messed it up
To be so alone without child or wife

But brother, just remember one thing
Try to stay the best rifle, you know

Then he says, jump springbok
Springbok, springbok, jump for me
Red springbok, springbok
I see you looking at me
Come closer
So I can get you in my sights

Gemsbok, springbok
You're a wild trophy
Wild springbok, springbok
Will you make biltong
Come closer
I'm calibrating my rifle

Those were the good old days
Brother, believe me
There was only one springbok
That Uncle Frikkie couldn't get

Those were the good old days
Brother, believe me
There was only one springbok
That Uncle Frikkie couldn't get

We all hang on old Frikkie's lips
As he tells how he hunted
In the good old days