Lyrics of Die Kleur Van My Vel - Bok van Blerk

Die Kleur Van My Vel (original)

Na al wat ek is en wat ek kan doen
My hande draai skroewe om geld te kan soen
Ek sweet elke dag sodat ons kan bestaan
Van sewe tot vyf laat die bure vergaan
En elke man hier hou net aan om te bid
dat daai leiers van ons nie op straat sal laat sit
Maar ek weet, dis nou my beurt
Maar hierdie hande
Hierdie hande werk vir jou
Maar my land, o hierdie land wil my nie hou

(translation)

After all I am and what I can do
My hands turn screws to kiss money
I sweat every day so we can exist
From seven to five let the neighbors perish
And every man here just keeps praying
that those leaders of ours will not let us sit on the street
But I know, it's my turn now
But these hands
These hands work for you
But my country, oh this country does not want to keep me