| My oupa raak te oud vir al sy kwale,
| My grandfather is getting too old for all his ailments,
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| En hy raak ook soms beneuk, maar daars 'n goeie man,
| And he also gets bitten sometimes, but there's a good man,
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| En hy nader 86,
| And he approached 86,
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| En deur die lyne van sy oë,
| And through the lines of his eyes,
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| Deur die oorloë van verandering,
| Through the wars of change,
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| Kan jy sien hy’s nou gedaan,
| Can you see he's done now,
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| En sy oë word gou weer lig,
| And his eyes are lightened again,
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| En ek sien daar kom 'n storie,
| And I see a story coming,
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| Van die jare toe ons mense vir beskerming gepleit het,
| From the years when our people pleaded for protection,
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| Was 'n broederbond gebore,
| Was born of a brotherhood,
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| En hy sien my oë frons,
| And he sees my eyes frown,
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| Maar die vuur van al die jare,
| But the fire of all the years,
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| Loop steeds nog deur sy are.
| Still walking through his veins.
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| En so waai die wind, my kind,
| And so the wind blows, my child,
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| En so waai die wind, ons blind,
| And so the wind blows, we blind,
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| En so waai die wind, my kind, Mos alles weg,
| And so the wind blows, my child, Mos all away,
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| Maar dis diep in jou gebore,
| But it's born deep in you,
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| Dat niks is ooit verlore.
| That nothing is ever lost.
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| En hy vra my deur die stories van hoe gaan dit nog op Maties,
| And he asks me through the stories of how things are going on at Maties,
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| En of ons nog ons taal praat want hy weet dis uit ons boeke,
| And whether we still speak our language because he knows it's from our books,
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| En hy wens vir my 'n vrou toe,
| And he wished me a wife,
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| Wat die haat 'n bietjie stil kan maak,
| Which can silence the hatred a little,
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| Want dit loop mos deur ons are,
| Because it runs through our veins,
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| Word net sterker deur die jare,
| Only gets stronger over the years,
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| En so waai die wind, my kind,
| And so the wind blows, my child,
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| En so waai die wind, ons blind,
| And so the wind blows, we blind,
|
| En so waai die wind, my kind, Mos alles weg,
| And so the wind blows, my child, Mos all away,
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| Maar dis diep in jou gebore,
| But it's born deep in you,
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| Dat niks is ooit verlore
| That nothing is ever lost
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| En hy hoef dit nie te sê,
| And he does not have to say it,
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| Want dis in sy oë,
| Because it's in his eyes,
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| 'n Trots wat my laat skaam voel 'n trots van bo,
| A pride that makes me feel ashamed a pride from above,
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| En so waai die wind, my kind,
| And so the wind blows, my child,
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| En so waai die wind, ons blind,
| And so the wind blows, we blind,
|
| En so waai die wind, my kind, Mos alles weg,
| And so the wind blows, my child, Mos all away,
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| Maar dis diep in jou gebore,
| But it's born deep in you,
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| Dat niks is ooit verlore
| That nothing is ever lost
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| Ja, dis diep in jou gebore,
| Yes, it's born deep in you,
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| Dat niks is ooit verlore. | That nothing is ever lost. |