Brief Vir Brollocks - Robbie Wessels перевод на английский

Brief Vir Brollocks

Beste Brolloks
Ek voel eienaardig om vir jou nou hierdie brief te skryf
Maar jy's my boetie, en ek moet dit uit my system brei
Hulle sê mens gaan oorsee mos om jouself te vind
Om te gaan seker maak of is jy pa en ma se kind
In 'n park het ek gistraand gedink ek sien vir my
Maar toe ek nader loop toe sien ek, dis nie ek nie, dis jy
Jou hare was gekoek en op jou skouers
Daar was melk in jou baard
Op jou hemp het daar gestaan: " Ek mis my ouers"
Jy was bang en desperaat
Jy't na Pilchards en na knoffel en na sweet geruik
Daar was plaak in jou tanne
Toe jy my sien het dit gelyk of jy verby my kyk
Toe sê jy: " Wat sê die manne"
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Nou dis winter hier in Holland, en ek sê vir jou
Jy kan bly wees jy't vir Poepsak om aan vas te hou
Want hier het dit gelyk of jy alleen rondloop
Ek onthou nou, jy't vir elk van ons 'n pie gekoop
Want toe ek vra of jy da'm geld het, het jy "Ja" geknik
Maar met trane in jou oë toe aan jou pie verstik
Ek vra toe: " waarna toe van hieraf?", sê jy Vietnam
Om te gaan fight vir jou land
Terwyl jy kleingeld lê en uitduik in 'n wensdam
Die Pond is sterk teen die Rand
Toe begin jy goed te sê wat glad nie sin maak
Soos "viva, die Viëtnamees"
En jy bewe van die koue, in die wensdam
En die snot vries in jou neus
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Nou ek hoop nie jy's ontsteld nie, maar ek moet jou sê
Hierdie ding het my gepla, en op my hart gelê
O, ja, 'n vriend het my gebel, gesê hy't hom verbeel
Hy my gesien waar ek in België my hart uitspeel
Met my kitaartas op die grond, in die reën en in die wind
So ek's oppad soontoe, om myself te gaan vind
Dis lyk my vyf-en-twintig Euro 'n lisensie
Om te kan sing op die straat
Maar hulle gee dit nie sommer vir 'n mens nie
Tensy jy mooi met hulle praat
En dan wil ek die 'Leeuloop' in Parys gaan sing
Iewers in 'n Rock 'n Rol Bar
Dan wil ek teruggaan na my land en na my mens toe
Want pa het my daar iewers gewaar
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
P.S. "Groete vir Poepsak"

Letter to Brollocks

Dear Brollocks,
It feels strange to be writing you this letter now,
But you're my brother, and I need to get this off my chest.
They say you go overseas to find yourself,
To see if you're truly your parents' child.
In a park last night, I thought I saw myself,
But as I walked closer, I realized it wasn't me, it was you.
Your hair was matted and on your shoulders,
There was milk in your beard.
On your shirt it said: "I miss my parents."
You were scared and desperate.
You smelled of pilchards, garlic, and sweat.
There was plaque on your teeth.
When you saw me, it seemed like you looked past me.
Then you said: "What's up, dudes?"
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
It's winter here in Holland, and let me tell you,
You can be glad you have Poepsak to hold onto.
Because here it looked like you were wandering alone.
I remember now, you bought each of us a pie,
Because when I asked if you had any money, you nodded "yes."
But with tears in your eyes, you choked on your pie.
I asked, "Where to from here?", you said Vietnam,
To go fight for your country.
While you're fishing for coins in a wishing fountain.
The Pound is strong against the Rand.
Then you started saying things that made no sense at all,
Like "viva, the Vietnamese."
And you're shivering from the cold, in the wishing fountain,
And the snot freezes in your nose.
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
I hope you're not upset, but I have to tell you,
This thing has been bothering me, and weighing on my heart.
Oh yeah, a friend called me, said he thought he saw me,
Playing my heart out in Belgium.
With my guitar case on the ground, in the rain and wind.
So I'm on my way there, to find myself.
It seems it's twenty-five euros for a license,
To be able to sing on the street.
But they don't just give it to anyone,
Unless you talk to them nicely.
And then I want to sing 'Leeuloop' in Paris,
Somewhere in a Rock 'n Roll bar.
Then I want to go back to my country and to my people,
Because Dad saw me there somewhere.
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
Living in the dream
P.S. "Greetings to Poepsak"