Jy fluister jou bekende leuens
You whisper your familiar lies
in my uitgehongerde ore.
into my ravenous ears.
Jou droë lippe, soos die vere van
Your parched lips brush my hollow cheeks
‘n stoffer, borsel my hol wange.
like the feathers of a duster.
Jy lok my met versuikerde beloftes
You entice me with sugared promises
en glo dat ek soos Hansie en Grietjie
and believe that like Hansel and Gretel
jou blindelings sal volg
I will follow you blindly
om die krummels in
to pick up the crumbs in the
die silwer van die nag
silver of the night.
bymekaar te skraap.
Manjana, manjana, môre
Manjana, manjana, tomorrow
sal ek gelukkig wees.
will bring me joy.
Sal ek mooi wees, sal ek ryk wees?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
Die waarheid word openbaar:
The truth gets revealed:
My uitgeteerde siel word
The now will feed my hungry soul
vandag gevoed, want vandag
for today, will bring me joy.
bring my vreugde.
