Текст и перевод песни Robbie Wessels - Plaasjapie

Plaasjapie

Ek het jare lank geboer buite rustenburg
Toe vat die bliksemse regering my plasie terug
Van n uitsig oor die bosveld en n reuse skuur
Tot n erfie met n tuintjie en n ses voet muur

Opgestaan in die oggend met n haan wat kraai
Nou word ek wakker met my buurman wat nogsteeds braai
Dit is 3 uur in die oggend en my kop bly klop
Op die maat van die musiek en die tjops en dop

O help my help my die karre raas vroeg
Die gedurige gedruis maak my o so moeg
En die sterrelose hemel laat my so terugdink
Aan die aandster, die suidekruis,die drie susters

Ek droom in die aande ek is op my plaas
Kan die jakkals en die gaanse op my dam hoor raas
Maar dit word gou verhinder deur n motorbike
Teen 220 soos n maniak

Ek verlang na my beeste en my bosveldvuur
Wat deur die stilte knetter in die laatnaguur
En ek mis ok al al my werkers en my voorman jak
Wat somtyds net hier langs my in die veld kom poef

O help my help my die karre raas vroeg
Die gedurige gedruis maak my o so moeg
En die sterrelose hemel laat my so terugdink
Aan die aandster, die suidekruis,die drie susters

Maar nou sit ek innie middel van Pretoria
Ek het niks om te doen nie en my geld is klaar
Gee my n hosepipe en n graaf en n honderd rand
Dat ek tenminste n boom in die grond kan plant

Maar die kos is te duur en my vrou bly kla
Hier is niks in die huis nie sal die bank moet vra
Om die lening op ons huis weer oop te maak
Voor die water in die krane ook op gaan raak

O help my help my die karre raas vroeg
Die gedurige gedruis maak my o so moeg
En die sterrelose hemel laat my so terugdink
Aan die aandster, die suidekruis,die drie susters

Mister Ramaphosa, gee terug my plaas
Mister Ramaphosa, vat my terug
Mister Ramaphosa, jy is die baas
Mister Ramaphosa, ek mis my plaas
Ek mis my plaas

O help my help my die karre raas vroeg
Die gedurige gedruis maak my o so moeg
En die sterrelose hemel laat my so terugdink
Aan die aandster, die suidekruis,die drie susters
O help my help my die karre raas vroeg
Die gedurige gedruis maak my o so moeg
En die sterrelose hemel laat my so terugdink
Aan die aandster, die suidekruis,die drie susters

Asseblief oom Cyril, gee terug my plaas

Farm Boy

For years I farmed outside Rustenburg,
Then the damn government took back my farm.
From a view of the bushveld and a giant barn,
To a little plot with a garden and a six-foot wall.

Used to wake up in the morning to a rooster crowing,
Now I'm woken by my neighbor who's still braaing.
It's 3 o'clock in the morning and my head keeps pounding,
To the beat of the music and the chops and booze.

Oh, help me, help me, the cars roar early,
The constant noise makes me so tired.
And the starless sky makes me think back,
To the evening star, the Southern Cross, the three sisters.

I dream at night that I'm back on my farm,
I can hear the jackal and the geese on my dam making noise.
But it's quickly interrupted by a motorbike,
Going 220 like a maniac.

I miss my cattle and my bushveld fire,
Crackling through the silence in the late hours.
And I also miss all my workers and my foreman Jak,
Who sometimes just came to hang out with me in the field.

Oh, help me, help me, the cars roar early,
The constant noise makes me so tired.
And the starless sky makes me think back,
To the evening star, the Southern Cross, the three sisters.

But now I'm stuck in the middle of Pretoria,
I have nothing to do and my money is gone.
Give me a hosepipe and a shovel and a hundred rand,
So I can at least plant a tree in the ground.

But the food is too expensive and my wife keeps complaining,
There's nothing in the house, I'll have to ask the bank,
To reopen the loan on our house,
Before the water in the taps also runs out.

Oh, help me, help me, the cars roar early,
The constant noise makes me so tired.
And the starless sky makes me think back,
To the evening star, the Southern Cross, the three sisters.

Mister Ramaphosa, give me back my farm,
Mister Ramaphosa, take me back.
Mister Ramaphosa, you're the boss,
Mister Ramaphosa, I miss my farm,
I miss my farm.

Oh, help me, help me, the cars roar early,
The constant noise makes me so tired.
And the starless sky makes me think back,
To the evening star, the Southern Cross, the three sisters.
Oh, help me, help me, the cars roar early,
The constant noise makes me so tired.
And the starless sky makes me think back,
To the evening star, the Southern Cross, the three sisters.

Please, Uncle Cyril, give me back my farm.