Die Onverkrygbare
ek koop 'n rok van crêpe-de-chine
met vingers op die tikmasjien
met goeie kos en ligte dop
sal iemand gou as vriend ontpop
met verse oor die graf en stof
koop ek vir my 'n rantsoen lof
jou liefde kan ek myne noem
met mooimaakgoed en warm soen
kon ek verkry met geld en spel
die wyster wat die ure tel!
I buy a dress of crêpe-de-chine
with fingers on my typewriter
with good food and a light drink
wil somone pop up as a good friend
with verses about the grave and dust
I buy myself a supply of praise
your love I can call my own
with makeup and a warm kiss
I could obtain with money and play
the hands of the clock that counts the hours!