Bouwer Bosch — (K)anker song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "(K)anker" by Bouwer Bosch.
Lyrics
Liewe vader die lewe kruip nader
jy het 'n engel wat oor jou kyk
jy is sterker as die dood se hande
sy is 'n mens met haar vlerke wyd
ek ken jou goed jy is die een wat aanhou
sy staan by jou soos 'n standbeeld vas
my held is gewond
en ek weet hy kan oorleef
maar dit is nie in my hande nie
dit voel onregverdig
maar wie’s ek om dit te sê
dis genade wat ek hier wil hê
Ek kry nie woorde om te sê hoe ek voel nie
die trane in jou oë help my ook nie
ons huis is sterk hy is gebou vir oorlog
dis net omdat jy die fondament is
was ek net jonk en idealisties om te glo
dat als pas presies in patrone op 'n oopgevoude bloudruk
realisties moet ek toegee dat ek self nog nooit daai lyne kon begryp nie
ek swyg maar deur die eindelose vraagtekens dit lyk nie asof enige iemand doen
nie
ons sukkel met die plan laas jaar het my beste vriend van 'n dak af geval in
japan
hy het sy nek gebreek en doodgegaan in 'n verre vreemde land en ek voel ons
lewens is maar net
vingers half vol sand maar in die nagte as dit stil is hoor ek soms die stem
van God
en in Sy aangesig sien ek my eie hart en hoe dit vrot maar ek voel ook sonder
twyfel
onmeetbare liefde van 'n vader en dis dan juis fokken dan wat weer glo in
genade.
Lyrics translation
Dear father, life creeps closer
you have an angel on your look
you are stronger than death's hands
she is a human with her wings widely
I know you well you are the one who continue
she stood at you like a statue stuck
my hero is wounded
and I know he can survive
but it is not in my hands
it feels unfair
but who's I have to say it
it's grace that I here want
I don't get words to say how I feel
the tears in your eyes help me also not
our house is strong, he is built for war
it's just because you're the foundation is
I was just young and idealistic to believe
that als fits exactly into patterns on a oopgevoude blueprint
realistically, I must concede that I myself have never those lines could grasp not
I keep silent but by the endless question marks it doesn't seem as if anyone does
not
we struggle with the plan last year my best friend from a roof down event in
japan
he had his neck broken and abated in a distant foreign country and I feel we
lives are but just
fingers half full of sand but in the nights as it is quiet I hear sometimes the voice
of God
and in His face I see my own heart and how it is rotten but I also feel without
doubt
immeasurable love of a father and it's then precisely fucking then who again believe in
grace.