Текст и перевод песни Theuns Jordaan - Praat Is Te Laat

Praat Is Te Laat

Johannesburg n wêrelds stad
Hollywood in Kaapstad
Die jollers bly laat wakker
Veral hier in die goudstad
Maar as jy by die robot stop,
Hou bedel hande borde op, geld vir brood en sop

Toe agterdog sy kop uitsteek
Die stat se ritme val
Op soek na melk en heuning, staal die kinders kaal
Daar's wenners wat wil wegloop,
Verloorders sonder taal
Maar jy stap in die straat ou maat, die mense maak jou mal

Ja jy stap in die straat ou maat, deure alles toe gemaak
Jou planne het nou op geraak
Jou beker leeg gemaak

Ja jy stap in die straat ou maat, die spore wat jy agter laat
Die woorde wat jou mond verlaat
Jou praat bly meestal praat en praat is nou te laat
Die man se hoë hoop, kaal getroop
Te koop vra hy na hoop (ongeskoolde werkers)
Waarvan is die hart dan vol dat die mond so leeg loop?
In woorde wat die wyses deel,
Word daar nog n kaart gespeel, lankal een te veel

Hou mure tussen bure
Want die mense is te bang:
Vir die skelms in die aand en die tsotsies in die gang
Die stilte is terstemmend die grimmigheid is droog
Hoe lank moet die mense wag, voor n man in die pak n plan sal maak

Ja jy stap in die straat ou maat
Deure alles toe gemaak
Jou planne het nou op geraak
Jou beker leeg gemaak
Ja jy stap in die straat ou maat
Die spore wat jy agter laat
Die woorde wat jou mond verlaat
Jou praat bly meestal praat en praat is nou te laat

It's Too Late to Talk

Johannesburg and the world city
Hollywood in Cape Town
The revelers stay up late
Especially here in the city of gold
But when you stop at the robot,
Begging hands hold signs, money for bread and soup

Then suspicion rears its head
The rhythm of the city falls
In search of milk and honey, the children steal bare
There are winners who want to run away,
Losers without a language
But you walk on the street, my friend, the people drive you crazy

Yes, you walk in the street, my friend, all the doors are closed
Your plans have now run out
Your cup is empty

Yeah, you walk in the street, my friend, the footsteps you leave behind
The words that leave your mouth
Your talk mostly remains talk and talk is now too late
The man's high hopes, stripped bare
For sale he asks for hope (unskilled workers)
What is the heart full of that the mouth is so empty?
In words that the wise share,
Another card is played, one too many

Keep walls between neighbors
For the people are too afraid:
For the rogues in the evening and the tsotsis in the gang
The silence is deafening, the grimness is dry
How long must the people wait, before a man in a suit will make a plan?

Yes, you walk in the street, my friend
All the doors are locked
Your plans have now run out
Your cup is empty
Yes, you walk on the street, my friend
The footsteps you leave behind
The words that leave your mouth
Your talk mostly remains talk and talk is now too late