Текст и перевод песни Theuns Jordaan - Hillbrow

Hillbrow

Ou man sit by die straatkafees,
En kyk al die mense loop heen-en-weer
Boemelaars raas by die Wimpy Bar,
En Fontana is oop tot laat in die aand
Kaalvoet kinders in die straat, wys parkeerplek aan
En hou dan die hand, en hou dan die hand,
En hou oop die hand... ja

En gee, gee, gee. Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente, jou drome, jou klere vol gate,
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Ja, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow

In Quartz Straat hoor ek 'n meisie my roep,
Daar's 'n Hare Krishna what vra what ek soek
En ken ek vir Jesus? Vra 'n man op die stoep,
Tussen Hillbrow records en Estoril Books
En this lank na twaalfuur,
En die Hillbrow toring stuur
Sy seine in die nag, sy sein in die nag,
Sy sein vir die junkies what wag, o

En gee, gee, gee. Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente, jou drome, jou toekoms vol gate,
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow,
Ja, gee jou hart vir Hillbrowen die ligte gaan aan in die Chelsea Hotel,
En stemme en musiek klink in elke woonstel.
Ons sit in die son, drink wyn,
Ons survive met 'n helse lot pyn in hierdie land, ja
Kom ons drink op die een what sy drome oorleef,
Op die een what kry what hy vra, jakoortjie:
En gee, gee, gee. Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente jou drome, jou toekoms vol gate,
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Ja, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow,
Komaan, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow

Hillbrow

Old man sitting by the street cafe,
And watch all the people walk back and forth
Vagrants are making noise at the Wimpy Bar,
And Fontana is open till late in the evening
Barefoot children in the street, showing parking spaces
And then hold out their hand, and then hold out their hand,
And hold out their hand... yeah

And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your cents, your dreams, your clothes full of holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Yeah, give your heart to Hillbrow

In Quartz Street I hear a girl calling me,
There's a Hare Krishna asking what am I looking for
And do I know Jesus? Asks a man on the porch,
Between Hillbrow records and Estoril Books
And this long after twelve,
And the Hillbrow tower sends
Its signals in the night, its signal in the night,
Its signal for the junkies what wait, oh

And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your cents, your dreams, your future full of holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow,
Yeah, give your heart to Hillbrow and the lights go on in the Chelsea Hotel,
And voices and music sound in every apartment.
We sit in the sun, drink wine,
We survive with a hell of a lot of pain in this country, yeah
Let's drink to the one what survives his dreams,
To the one what gets what he asks for, small change:
And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your cents, your dreams, your future full of holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Yes, give your heart to Hillbrow,
Come on, give your heart to Hillbrow