Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tussen stasies, artist - Jack Parow. Album song Jack Parow, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: Afrikaans
Tussen stasies(original) |
Ek het al baie goed verloor |
En dit nooit ooit weer gevind nie |
Ek het al baie vir my ma gesê: ek is nie meer 'n kind nie |
Die lewe is hard en ek verstaan nie meer die punt nie |
Ek staan langs 'n groot hoop hout |
Maar ek het nie meer 'n flint nie |
Ek kry koud op my eie ek soek net 'n klein bietjie warmte |
Almal is ryk van die liefde en ek is al weer die armste |
Sommige dae voel ek of ek dood gaan van die hongerte |
Daar is n leë kol in my maag waar ek weg kruip in die donkerte |
Ek is gebreek van binne soos my al my speelgoed van toe ek klein was |
As ek vandag weg stap sal al my goed pas in 'n klein tas |
Ek soek net n klein tydjie sodat ek die as van my kan afwas |
Maar die soldate op die muur bombadeer my met die traangas |
Ek lê onder 'n lappies kombers en probeer nog blokkies aanlas |
Maar daar is 'n kwaai oom langs my bed en hy sê vir my: Staan vas |
So ek trek die kombers oor my kop en lê oop voete |
En stap die lang pad in my pa se groot skoene |
Chorus (Pierre Greef): |
As ons staan op die einde van die langpad langs die spoor |
Daar’s net donkerte daar voor ek staan en bewe |
Dit raak swarter en daar is net stilte wat ek hoor |
Hou my hand styf vas langs jou sy |
Is jy nog lief vir my? |
Sal jy my by die hemel poorte kry? |
Ons hou vas aan mekaar maar niemand gaan regtig jou nie wees nie |
Ons skryf briewe vir mekaar wat ons nooit regtig lees nie |
Want daar’s altyd een verloorder in Russian Roulette |
Ek moet uitgaan, ek moet werk |
Maar ek sit vas in die bed |
Ek stap rond en soek sitplek in leë geboue |
Ek probeer myself vind in drank en leë verhoudings |
Ek sit en skryf gedigte, maar word my gedigte digkuns? |
En ek skree volle bors in die aand met my kop in die kussing |
Ek lê vir ure in die bad met my kop onder die water |
Ek slaap elke oggend laat want die wêreld kan wag tot later |
Ek moet wag, nee, aanbeweeg ontslae raak van my gevoelens |
So ek stap, ek raak leeg met groot aksies sonder by bedoelings |
Ek sit alleen op een punt van die wipplank |
Ek bid alweer vir een sitvlak maar ek sit lank |
En ek wag vir iemand om op te spring aan die eenkant |
Maar die vingers van my gevoelens krap diep krap diep in my verstand |
Chorus (Pierre Greef): |
As ons staan op die einde van die lang pad langs die spoor |
Daar’s net donkerte daar voor ek staan en bewe |
Dit raak swarter en daar is net stilte wat ek hoor |
Hou my hand styf vas langs jou sy |
Ek het al vêr gewen en al baie vêr verloor |
Ek het al baie gevoel asof die lewe my versmoor |
Ek het al baie gesit op die bokant van die berg |
Ek het al baie gesit in die voorkant van die kerk |
Om my terug na die langkloof |
En my ouma se plaas |
Ek wil saam my suster die skape in die kraal injaag |
Ek wil sit op my oupa se skoot en stories hoor van die verlede |
Ek wil rondloop deur die gras tot ek lam word in die knieë |
Chorus (Pierre Greef): |
Ons staan en luister hoe die Here en die duiwel oor ons stry |
Die hartseer is verby |
Op die ou end dis al wat ek wil hoor rol oor jou tong: |
Jy wil by my bly |
Sal jy my by die hemelpoorte kry? |
(translation) |
I have already lost a lot of good |
And never found it again |
I have said many times to my mother: I am no longer a child |
Life is hard and I no longer understand the point |
I stand next to a large pile of wood |
But I do not have a flint anymore |
I'm getting cold on my own I'm just looking for a little bit of warmth |
Everyone is rich in love and I'm the poorest again |
Some days I feel like I'm dying of hunger |
There is an empty spot in my stomach where I hide in the dark |
I'm broken inside like me all my toys from when I was little |
If I walk away today all my belongings will fit in a small suitcase |
I'm just looking for a little while so I can wash the ashes off me |
But the soldiers on the wall bombard me with tear gas |
I'm lying under a rag blanket and trying to attach more blocks |
But there is an angry uncle next to my bed and he says to me: Stand firm |
So I pull the blanket over my head and lay open feet |
And walk the long road in my father's big shoes |
Chorus (Pierre Greef): |
As we stand at the end of the long road next to the track |
There's only darkness there before I stand and tremble |
It's getting blacker and there's only silence I hear |
Hold my hand tightly next to your side |
Do you still love me? |
Will you find me at the gates of heaven? |
We hold on to each other but no one is really going to be you |
We write letters to each other that we never really read |
Because there is always one loser in Russian Roulette |
I have to go out, I have to work |
But I'm stuck in bed |
I walk around looking for a seat in empty buildings |
I try to find myself in booze and empty relationships |
I sit and write poems, but do my poems become poetry? |
And I scream full chest in the evening with my head in the pillow |
I lie in the bath for hours with my head under the water |
I sleep late every morning because the world can wait until later |
I have to wait, no, move on get rid of my feelings |
So I walk, I get empty with big actions without any intentions |
I sit alone on one end of the seesaw |
I pray again for one seat but I sit for a long time |
And I'm waiting for someone to jump to the side |
But the fingers of my feelings scratch deep deep deep in my mind |
Chorus (Pierre Greef): |
As we stand at the end of the long road next to the track |
There's only darkness there before I stand and tremble |
It's getting blacker and there's only silence I hear |
Hold my hand tightly next to your side |
I have won far and lost very far |
I have felt a lot like life suffocates me |
I have been sitting on the top of the mountain a lot |
I've been sitting in front of the church a lot |
Around me back to the long gorge |
And my grandmother's farm |
I want to chase the sheep into the kraal with my sister |
I want to sit on my grandfather's lap and hear stories from the past |
I want to walk around through the grass until I get paralyzed in the knees |
Chorus (Pierre Greef): |
We stand and listen as the Lord and the devil fight over us |
The sadness is over |
In the end, that's all I want to hear rolling over your tongue: |
You want to stay with me |
Will you find me at the gates of heaven? |