Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welkom Terug, artist - Jack Parow. Album song Eksie Ou (Super Seep Skoon) [Vloekvry Uitgawe], in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2011
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: Afrikaans
Welkom Terug(original) |
Hey daar welkom terug ons het jou lank genoeg gemis |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
Of was dit swart en wit |
Was dit, ongeskik |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
Dankie Here dat u opgetel het |
Amal het doodgedruk |
Eks alleen, dis middernag |
En almal is ongeskik |
Dis donker en die donderweer slaan |
Dit reën alweer vannag |
Ek het bietjie vêr gestap |
Opsoek na bietjie krag |
Aan die diepkant van die swembad |
Is ek opsoek na bietjie lug |
Ek probeer oorstap maar daars gate in my brug |
Ek verloor alweer 'n klein-klein stukkie van my hart |
As ek keer op keer totsiens sê |
En strukkies bind om smart |
Maar daars pyn diep daar onder |
Onder al my skille |
En daars wyn vir wegsteek en sakkies vol van pille |
So ek sit maar trug en nog vat 'n slukkie vir die pyn |
Want waar ek waak in die naglug sal die pyn gou verdwyn |
Dis skemer in my woorde en middernag in my vers |
Ek dans saam met spoke om die flikkers van 'n kers |
In 'n modderdam vol onssin sit 'n seun en skep nog pap |
Sonsondergange wat iets werd is vat 'n tydjie om na te stap |
Daars pyle in my boog en vele vere in my hoed |
Maar die seile van my sielskip |
Is deur gewere bebloed |
Daar is stof op die horison en klippe in die pad |
Maar as ek stop en soek vir water |
Sal dit dalk verby my stap |
Hey daar welkom terug ons het jou lank genoeg gemis |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
Of was dit swart en wit |
Was dit, ongeskik |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
Ek is bleikbaar klaar verlos deur drippels op my kop |
Maar my hande voel gebonde en ek sukkel om te stop |
Die kooltjies van my entjies verbrand klaar my tyd |
En die voëltjies by my venster het al lankal ophou fluit |
My klere is in bondels en daars niemand wat wil stryk |
En die duiwel op my grondpad met haar blond gedyede pruik |
Haar vingernaels is skerp en bloedrooi mooi gepaint |
En haar hande wat soos slange lyk het my lankal klaar gegryp |
Die meisie met die vlekke en stories oor ou smart |
Het my weg laat kryp en neergegooi met snye in my hart |
Ek was verkeerd gewees ek weet wit-leuntjies is nie reg nie |
Maar ek het voort gebeur aangehou geen meer washouplek nie |
Ons leer mos so raak groot probeer ons net ons bes |
En in die asbakkies van verkeerde keuses leer ons mos ons les |
Daar is pyn in elke oogwink en stories in elke kreukel |
Daar verskyn altyd duiwels in elke kombers wat ek heukel |
Daar verdwyn nog gedagtes met elke trekjie van 'n stok |
Verduidelik altyd verder as iemand wil kom klop |
Op die voorstoep van verlede is daar koffie aan die brou |
In die voorskote van tannies is daar Wilson toffies net vir jou |
Maar draai sal hulle draai en voor lank is jy ook oud |
Wat jy saai sal jy maai en die donkerte is koud |
Eks gesit op hierdie kersboom om die land 'n wenk te gee |
Daar is al lankal nie meer tyd nie so hou op om om te gee |
Hey daar welkom terug ons het jou lank genoeg gemis |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
Of was dit swart en wit |
Was dit, ongeskik |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
Hey daar welkom terug ons het jou lank genoeg gemis |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
Of was dit swart en wit |
Was dit, ongeskik |
Was dit alleen daar? |
Was daar kleur daar? |
(translation) |
Hey there welcome back we missed you long enough |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |
Or was it black and white |
Was it, inappropriate |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |
Thank you Lord for picking up |
Amal killed |
I'm alone, it's midnight |
And everyone is unfit |
It's dark and thunder strikes |
It's raining again tonight |
I walked a little far |
Looking for some power |
At the deep end of the pool |
Am I looking for some air |
I'm trying to cross but there are holes in my bridge |
I're losing a tiny little piece of my heart again |
If I say goodbye time and time again |
And snippets tie around smart |
But there pain deep down there |
Under all my skin |
And there's wine for hiding and bags full of pills |
So I sit back and still take a sip for the pain |
Because where I wake up in the night air, the pain will soon disappear |
It's dusk in my words and midnight in my verse |
I dance with ghosts around the flickers of a candle |
In a mud pond full of nonsense a boy sits and creates more porridge |
Sunsets that are worth something take a while to hike |
There are arrows in my bow and many feathers in my hat |
But the sails of my soul ship |
Was bled by guns |
There is dust on the horizon and stones in the road |
But if I stop and look for water |
Might it walk past me |
Hey there welcome back we missed you long enough |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |
Or was it black and white |
Was it, inappropriate |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |
I am apparently already saved by drops on my head |
But my hands feel bound and I struggle to stop |
The coals on my feet are already burning my time |
And the birds at my window have long since stopped whistling |
My clothes are in bundles and there is no one who wants to iron |
And the devil on my dirt road with her blond thorny wig |
Her fingernails are sharp and blood red nicely painted |
And her hands that look like snakes have long since grabbed me |
The girl with the stains and stories about old grief |
Made me crawl away and threw me down with cuts in my heart |
I was wrong I know white lies are not right |
But I kept happening no more washing place |
We learn to grow up so we just try our best |
And in the ashtrays of wrong choices we learn our lesson |
There is pain in every blink of an eye and stories in every crease |
There are always demons in every blanket I crochet |
Thoughts still disappear with each pull of a stick |
Always explain further if someone wants to come and knock |
Coffee is brewing on the front porch of the past |
In the aprons of aunties there are Wilson toffees just for you |
But turn they will turn and before long you are old too |
What you sow you will reap and the darkness is cold |
I'm sitting on this Christmas tree to give the country a hint |
There has been no time for a long time so stop caring |
Hey there welcome back we missed you long enough |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |
Or was it black and white |
Was it, inappropriate |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |
Hey there welcome back we missed you long enough |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |
Or was it black and white |
Was it, inappropriate |
Was it alone there? |
Was there color there? |