Coenie De Villiers — Soldatehemel song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Soldatehemel" by Coenie De Villiers.
Lyrics
Verwelkom die soldate
Wat saamdrom by die hek
Sprei oop die palmblare
Wat hier langs My troon is plek
Foei, hoe jonk is hulle nie
Veels te jonk om hier te wees
Kyk — hul’s kwalik nog maar agtien
Berei My tafel vir 'n fees
Verwyder elk' medalje
Wat herinner aan die pyn
Die letsels van die veldslag —
Gee hul kos en gee hul wyn
(koor)
Want te kosbaar is dié lewe
Om op oorloë te vermors
Ja, anderkant kartetse
Wag 'n groter, dieper dors;
Stroop dus die uniform haastig
Van die jongeling se rug
En laat hom weer die son voel brand
In 'n onbewolkte lug (x2)
Ontbied al die musikante
Gee die soldate nog 'n kans
Om van mortiere te vergeet
En op 'n walsmaat hier te dans
Gee hul nooiens vir geslelskap
Laat hul moeë oë weer blink
Laat hul jeug 'n wyle voortduur
Laat hul op die lewe klink
(koor)
Lyrics translation
Welcome the soldiers
Who congregate at the gate
Spread open the palm leaves
That here beside My throne is the place
Fie, how young are they not
Far too young to be here
Look — hul's hardly still but eighteen
Prepare My table for a feast
Remove elk'medal
Reminiscent of the pain
The scars of the battle —
Give their food and give their wine
(chorus)
Because precious is this life
To on wars to wasted
Yes, beyond kartetse
Wait a larger, deeper thirst;
Syrup thus the uniform hurry
Of the youngster's back
And let him again, the sun felt burning
In a onbewolkte air (x2)
Summon all the musicians
Give the soldiers another chance
Of mortars to forget
And on a walsmaat here to dance
Give their girlfriends for geslelskap
Let their tired eyes again bright
Let their youth a late persist
Let their on life sound
(chorus)