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Laataandliedjie

Net 'n laataandliedjie
Net 'n middernagbesoek
Van al die spoke wat my rondjaag
En verskyn as
'n liedjie in my boek

Net 'n skeepvrag vol heimweë
Oor al die drome wat ek groet
En al die skimme wat my vasdraai
Aan
'n ligtoring wat eindeloos bly soek

So ek sing die song vir iemand
Wat verdwaal het en bly hoop
En ek sing die song vir elkeen
Wat in die laataandstilte deur sy eie hart moet loop

Net 'n pen en 'n deuntjie
Wat skryf en heelmaak op papier
Maar al die vrae wat hier rondlê
Kan
net my eie oë verduur

So ek skink nog 'n beker
En ek drink maar bly steeds dors
En hierdie stilte word
'n nagmaal
My hart breek die Suiderkruis se kors

So ek sing die song vir iemand
Wat verdwaal het en bly hoop
En ek sing die song vir elkeen
Wat in die laataandstilte deur sy eie hart moet loop x2

So ek maak my oë toe
En vou my honger hande saam
En vra dat eendag op
'n grou reëndag
My woorde na die regte een sal gaan

 

Just a late night song
Just a midnight visit
of all the ghost that chase me around
And appear as a song in my book

Just a boat load of memories
Of all the dreams that I greet
And all the phantoms that tie me
To the lighthouse that seeks endlessly

So I sing the song for someone
Who got lost and keeps on hoping
And I sing the song for everyone
Who has to pass through his own heart in the late night silence

Just a pen and a tune
That writes and heals on paper
But all the questions laying around here
Only my eyes can endure

So I pour another glass
And drink but still stay thirsty
And this silence becomes a sacrament

My heart breaks the crust of the Southern Cross

So I sing the song for someone
Who got lost and keeps on hoping
And I sing the song for everyone

Who has to pass through his own heart in the late night silence
x2

So I close my eyes
And fold my hungry hands together
And ask that one day on a gray-rainy day

My words will go to the right one