Johannes Kerkorrel — Hillbrow song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Hillbrow" by Johannes Kerkorrel.
Lyrics
Ou man sit by die straatkafees,
En kyk al die mense loop heen-en-weer
Boemelaars raas by die Wimpy Bar,
En Fontana is oop tot laat in die aand
Kaalvoet kinders in die straat, wys parkeerplek aan
En hou dan die hand, en hou dan die hand,
En hou oop die hand… ja Koortjie:
En gee, gee, gee. Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente, jou drome, jou klere vol gate,
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Ja, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
In Quartz Straat hoor ek ‘n meisie my roep,
Daar’s ‘n Hare Krishna wat vra wat ek soek
En ken ek vir Jesus? Vra ‘n man op die stoep,
Tussen Hillbrow records en Estoril Books
En dis lank na twaalfuur,
En die Hillbrow toring stuur
Sy seine in die nag, sy sein in die nag,
Sy sein vir die junkies wat wag, o Koortjie:
En gee, gee, gee. Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente, jou drome, jou toekoms vol gate,
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow,
Ja, gee jou hart vir HillbrowEn die ligte gaan aan in die Chelsea Hotel,
En stemme en musiek klink in elke woonstel.
Ons sit in die son, drink wyn,
Ons survive met ‘n helse lot pyn in hierdie land, ja Kom ons drink op die een wat sy drome oorleef,
Op die een wat kry wat hy vra, jaKoortjie:
En gee, gee, gee. Gee, gee, gee
Jou sente jou drome, jou toekoms vol gate,
Gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Ja, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow,
Komaan, gee jou hart vir Hillbrow
Lyrics translation
Old man sitting at the street cafes,
And watch all the people walking back-and-forth
Tramps rage at the Wimpy Bar,
And Fontana is open until late in the evening
Barefoot children in the street, show parking space to
And then keep the hand, and then hold the hand,
And keep open the hand... yeah Chorus:
And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your pennies, your dreams, your clothes full of holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Yes, give your heart to Hillbrow
In Quartz Street I hear a girl calling me,
There's a Hare Krishna who asks what I'm looking for
And I know for Jesus? Ask a man on the porch,
Between Hillbrow records and Estoril Books
And it's long after twelve o'clock; well,
And the Hillbrow tower send
His signals in the night, its signal in the night,
His signal for the junkies who are waiting, oh Chorus:
And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your pennies, your dreams, your future full of holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow,
Yes, give your heart for HillbrowEn the lights go on in the Chelsea Hotel,
And voices and music sounded in every apartment.
We sat in the sun, drinking wine,
We survive with a hell lot of pain in this country, yes Let's drink to the one who she dreams survive,
On the one that gets what he asks, jaKoortjie:
And give, give, give. Give, give, give
Your pennies your dreams, your future full of holes,
Give your heart to Hillbrow
Yes, give your heart to Hillbrow,
Go ahead, give your heart to Hillbrow