Текст и перевод песни Robbie Wessels - My Vissermanvriend se Pa

My Vissermanvriend se Pa

Ek sing 'n liedjie sonder fancy woorde
Oor 'n oom wat ek nooit ooit sal vergeet nie
Hierdie woorde maak 'n prentjie
Van 'n oom wat van sleg dinge niks wou weet nie
En as ek aan hom d, dan word ek stil
En ek verlang weer na my vissermanvriend se pa
As die son sak en die wind gaan le^
En die bote kies koers na die waters
Dan d ek terug aan my vissermanvriend se pa
Met sy vellies en sy kniebroek maak hy grappies
En die waarhede op die punt van sy tong
Laat my besef hy was 'n pa vir ons almal

Elke diertjie, elke voeltjie het 'n doel in sy bestaan
Dis ook vir 'n slegte vrou
Dis die laaste woorde
Van 'n oom wat nooit wou afbreek maar wou bou
En as ek aan hom d, dan word ek stil
En ek verlang weer na my vissermanvriend se pa

My Fisherman Friend's Father

I sing a song without fancy words
About an uncle I'll never forget
These words paint a picture
Of an uncle who wanted nothing to do with bad things
And when I think of him, I become silent
And I yearn again for my fisherman friend's father
As the sun sets and the wind calms down
And the boats head for the waters
Then I think back to my fisherman friend's father
With his sneakers and his knee-length pants, he makes jokes
And the truths on the tip of his tongue
Make me realize he was a father to us all

Every little animal, every little bird has a purpose for its existence
It is also for a bad woman
These are the last words
From an uncle who never wanted to tear down but to build up
And when I think of him, I become silent
And I yearn again for my fisherman friend's father