Текст и перевод песни Vlooientrappers - Ons durp

Ons durp

De strevalje in de Voorstrate op d'n hoek
Bie Plie om un oare broek
Slagerij PC van As
Mee Piet Mees nog in t café
T zei je musschien we nie zovee
Mae t is zo at ier vroeher was

'T Durp, me wete oe at was
Een riekgevulde hemèentekas
Jin hemeente: ons waere tehen
Want herindelingspolletiek
Brocht onze centen nae Smerdiek
Me 'n è dur niks vó truggekrehe

In liep je langs 't Leguut of d'ikke-polder
Dan zag je boereknechten op ut land
In an 't Veer vertrok 't pontje
Die brocht je nae d'n overkant

Poters bie Duune in bie Quist
An 't polderkoaitje wier hevist
Bie slieter Ampt kú j'om drank
J'ô wa bie bakker Bôôt gekocht
Ut wier deur Japje rondgebrocht
Zo kwam 't brôôd ier op de plank

Bie Ommel wier nog hedraineerd
Bie Vos je fiets herippere bie Ko om spiekers, krammen, schroeven
Bie Bevelander in de rij
Wachtend tot à Alie zei
"Wil je musschien een stikje proeve"
In in de frietzaek van van Dieke
Dae wier je voor een stuver opgelicht
Want schepten Riet friet in een zakje
Dan neep ze die van onder dicht

In ons durp, musschien weet je 't nog wel
Plotseling weer die arde bel
Een kleine boodschap in t verschiet
'T gieng nie om een rondje bier
Mae 't was weer "heden oud papier"
Volhens Cent Niemansverdriet

Lindhout, hôôi kolen op 't vuur
'T Smidsklokje kiek nie op un uur
Bie Kievit woste, spek in knuven
Bie Vroegop rook t nae sigaar
Die was van Baptist Tholeraer
Die kwam dae wekeliks mee z'n duven

Wat à nôôit veranderd al die jaeren
Me viere nog steeds karemus
In ê 'j hin held meer voor un rondje
Dan aele m' ut uut d' erfenis

Our Village

The hustle and bustle on Voorstraat, on the corner
At Plie's for a new pair of trousers
Butcher shop PC van As
With Piet Mees still in the café
It may not seem like much to you, my dear
But that's how it used to be here

The village, we know how it was
A well-filled municipal treasury
Your municipality: ours were against it
Because the reorganization politics
Brought our money to Smerdiek
And we didn't get anything back

If you walked along the Leguut or the Ikke-polder
You'd see farmhands working the land
And at the Veer, the ferry departed
Which brought you to the other side

Potatoes at Duune and at Quist
At the polder ditch, they were fishing
At Ampt's liquor store you could get a drink
You'd bought something at baker Bôôt
It was delivered by Japje
That's how the bread got on the table here

At Ommel's they were still draining the land
At Vos', your bike was repaired, at Ko's for nails, staples, screws
At Bevelander's, in line
Waiting until Alie said
"Would you like to try a piece, sweetheart?"
And in van Dieke's chip shop
You were ripped off for a penny
Because when Riet scooped fries into a bag
She'd squeeze it shut from the bottom

In our village, maybe you still remember
Suddenly, that loud bell again
A small errand in the offing
It wasn't about a round of beers
But it was "old paper today" again
According to Cent Niemansverdriet

Lindhout, hay and coal on the fire
The blacksmith's clock didn't care about the time
At Kievit's sausages, bacon, and knuckles
At Vroegop's it smelled of cigars
That was Baptist Tholeraer's
Who came there weekly with his pigeons

What has never changed all these years
We still celebrate Karemus (Carnival)
And if you don't have a hero for a round anymore
Then we'll all pay for it from the inheritance