Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Platteland, artist - Bok van Blerk. Album song My Kreet, in the genre Африканская музыка
Date of issue: 26.07.2010
Record label: Coleske Artists (Pty)
Song language: Afrikaans
Platteland(original) |
Hierdie grond, hierdie stof, wat ek hou in my hand. |
Hierdie bloed, hierdie been van my mense, my land. |
Hierdie stuk van my hart van my pa geërf. |
Vir dit sal ek lewe, vir dit sal ek sterf. |
Platteland, O menseland, geskep vir my uit God se hand. |
Platteland, O traneland, gebou uit klip verval tot sand. |
Hierdie woorde van haat wat ek hoor op die wind. |
Hierdie mense wat sê dat my mense is blind. |
Maar as jy kyk, as jy kyk, kyk wat staan daar. |
Kyk waar’s die klippe van bouers bewaar. |
Platteland, O menseland, geskep vir my uit God se hand. |
Platteland, O traneland, gebou uit klip verval tot sand. |
En wat bly, bly daaroor? |
Hoekom veg ons oor grond? |
En wat is, is 'n mens? |
Dinamiet met 'n lont. |
Wat moet ek sê sodat almal verstaan? |
Dis hier waar ek lewe, dis hier waar ek staan. |
Platteland, O menseland, geskep vir my uit God se hand. |
Platteland, O traneland, gebou uit klip verval tot sand. |
Die wêreld draai en die tyd vergaan. |
En eintlik bloei ons almal saam. |
Platteland, O sieleland, ek hoor jou roep, jy roep na my. |
My hart se land, beloofteland, ek staan geboei maar ek is vry. |
(translation) |
This ground, this dust, which I hold in my hand. |
This blood, this bone of my people, my land. |
This piece of my heart inherited from my father. |
For this I will live, for this I will die. |
Rural, O human land, created for me from God's hand. |
Countryside, O teary land, built of stone decaying into sand. |
These words of hate I hear on the wind. |
These people who say that my people are blind. |
But if you look, if you look, look what's standing there. |
See where the stones of builders are kept. |
Rural, O human land, created for me from God's hand. |
Countryside, O teary land, built of stone decaying into sand. |
And what remains, remains about it? |
Why are we fighting over land? |
And what is, is a human? |
Dynamite with a fuse. |
What should I say so that everyone understands? |
This is where I live, this is where I stand. |
Rural, O human land, created for me from God's hand. |
Countryside, O teary land, built of stone decaying into sand. |
The world turns and time passes. |
And actually, we all thrive together. |
Countryside, O soulland, I hear you calling, you are calling to me. |
My heart's land, land of promise, I stand bound but I am free. |