Coenie De Villiers — Lola van Luanda song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lola van Luanda" by Coenie De Villiers.
Lyrics
Daar’s 'n hamer en 'n sekel teen die witgekalkte muur
Van die Portugese kroeg en kabaret
En binne sit soldate en drink whiskey uur na uur
En droom van vrede en van vroue en van bed
As dit nag word oor Angola
Sny 'n man se hart weer spoor
Tot in die suide waar 'n minnares dalk wag
En daar buite woed die oorlog
Maar hulle’s hier om haar te hoor
En vir 'n oomblik weer te glo en weer te lag
(koor)
Hul noem haar Lola van Luanda
En sy dans hier aand na aand
In die kollig wat haar vasvang soos 'n mot
Sy ken hartstog, sy ken heimwee
En sy sing daarvan vanaand
Sy maak die lewe vir 'n oomblik weer genot
Lola van Luanda sing
Wat soldate graag will hê:
En as die laaste note wegsterf
Het sy by elke man gelê
In die rokerige kamer hang die geur van gin en bier
Hier word die oorlog vir 'n oomblik tóg besweer
En vir die manne bring sy vreugde
Aan 'n soldaat gee sy plesier
Wat hom dalk later teen die vyand sal verweer
In haar hare is daar kamme
Twee van goud, een van ivoor
En aan haar borste is daar tossels wat sy swaai
Ja, haar lyf is pure wellus
Maar sy’t reeds die stryd verloor
Teen die heupe wat haar ouderdom verraai
(koor)
Lyrics translation
There's a hammer and a sickle against the whitewashed wall
Of the Portuguese bar and cabaret
And within put soldiers and drink whiskey hour after hour
And dream of peace and of women and of bed
As this night is about Angola
Cut a man's heart again track
To the south, where a mistress might wait
And out there raging the war
But they're here to hear her
And for a moment, again believe and again to laugh
(chorus)
Their call her Lola of Luanda
And his dance here night after night
In the spotlight what her traps like a moth
She knows passion, she knows homesickness
And she sings it tonight
She makes life for a moment again enjoyment
Lola of Luanda sing
Which soldiers like will have:
And as the last notes died away
His at each man laid
In the smoky room hangs the smell of gin and beer
Here is the war for a moment would charge
And for the men she brings joy
To a soldier giving his pleasure
That him perhaps later against the enemy will be eroded
In her hair are there combs
Two of gold, one of ivory
And her boobs are there tassels that she flaunts
Yes, her body is pure lust
But she already lost the battle
Against the hips that her age betrayed
(chorus)