Gaan oor n meisie met die naam van Lisa wat in Kaapstad gewoon het. Tot vandag toe wonder ek waar in die wereld bevind sy haarself.
This song is about a girl I met in Cape Town many years ago.Till today I wonder where she might be and what has happened in her life.
Lyrics translated
Lisa when I wake up and the sun shows me where the East lies.
I cannot help but wonder why clouds continue to blush
Are they merely reflections (mirror images) of a young maiden betrayed
By the emptiness (voids) between the words of her boyfriends games.
Will the drunkard’s words , in his crooning at the moon,
Provide the answer to politics or the religion that he preaches,
Or will his drunken babbling be contradicted by his hangover.
Life is a down feather , that clings to your fingertip.
It tumbles through the heavens and tags at the wind.
In the rainbow of a soap bubble lie the dreams of a child
As it slowly drifts down to earth in the hope of finding rest.
May the wisdom that becomes you never let your tongue forget
That, that which you whisper might be the creed of someone else
the wind the wind will blow tear leaves from the trees
render them crucified and tortured by the breeze
your thoughts will turn slowly as your world begins to freeze
proclaiming you destitute by haunting memories.
Lisa the darkness takes away your day
The heartache of yesterday unmasks your smile (laugh)
You wonder why love can be so bitter cruel
With fears that cling to you like callouses on a hand
All that is left are thoughts that turn
like a spiral through the heavens, of a whirlwind that blows.
Like a fur coat full of pearls , the night descends upon us,
A starry cloak full of sentiment and longing
Over the sea of Cape Town
And if you should ever lie next to me again
we ll drink to the future and lock the door on the days of yesterday (yesteryears)
lisa as ek opstaan en die son wys my waar’s oos
kan ek dit nie kleinkry waarom wolke aanhou bloos
is hulle slegs die spieelbeeld van n jonge nooi verraai
deur die leemte tussen woorde van haar kerel se blikaspaai
sal die dronke man se woorde in sy nerie na die maan
die antwoord bied vir politiek en die godsdiens wat hy preek
of sal sy dronk gekletter sy babbelaas weerspreek
mag die wysheid wat jou toekom jou tong nooit laat vergeet
dat die wat jy nou prewel is dalk n ander man se kreet
die lewe is n donsveer wat klou aan jou vingerpunt
dit tuimel deur die hemel dit koggel aan die wind
in die reenboog van n seepballon le die drome van n kind
soos dit stadig na die aarde daal in die hoop om rus te vind
the wind the wind will blow Tear leaves from the trees
render them crucified and tortured by the breeze
your thoughts will turn slowly as your world begins to freeze
proclaiming you destitute with haunting memories
lisa die donker ontneem jou die dag
die hartseer van gister ontmasker steeds jou lag
jy wonder waarom liefde so bitter wreed kan wees
met vrese wat vasklou soos eelte aan n hand
al wat nou oorbly is gedagtes wat draai
soos n kolk teen die hemel van n warrelwind wat waai
soos n pelsjas vol perels sak die aand op ons neer
n sterremantel vol heimwee oor kaapstad se see
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