Translation of the song Soutwater artist Bok Van Blerk

Ek is nou net soos 'n man

I'm now only like a man,

gehawende ruïne, waar daar eens lewe was.

a battered ruin, where there once was life.

'n heiden wie se lippe,

A heathen whose lips

op 'n plek, op 'n tyd,

someplace, sometime,

in joune kon verdwyn,

could disappear into yours

en weer bekering kry.

and find salvation again.

Die windpomp draai,

The windpump turns,

maar daar is niks,

but there's nothing,

net stof in die krane.

just dust in the taps.

Ek kort jou liefde om my dors te les,

I need your love to quench my thirst,

want hier is net trane.

because here there are only tears.

Ref.:

Ref.:

Ek is dors,

I'm thirsty,

ek raak verlore in die strate waar ek bly

I get lost in the streets where I live.

Ek is dors,

I'm thirsty,

ek wil dronk raak op jou wyn.

I want to get drunk on your wine.

Maar hier waar ek bly,

But here where I live

is dit net soutwater en woestyn,

there's only saltwater and desert,

net soutwater en woestyn.

only saltwater and desert.

Ek is nou nog net soos `n man

I'm now only like a man,

'n verlate huis waar daar eens lewe was.

an abandoned house where there,

Mure gevul met samesyn,

walls filled with togetherness,

op `n plek, op `n tyd.

someplace, sometime.

Jy was my oase in die woestyn.

You were my oasis in the desert.

Die windpomp draai, ek sukkel om te slaap.

The windpump turns, I struggle to fall asleep.

Ek kort jou boesem om my kop te rus,

I need your bosom to rest my head,

hier is net klippe en sand.

there are only cliffs and sand here.

Ref.:

Ref.:

Ek is dors,

I'm thirsty,

ek raak verlore in die strate waar ek bly

I get lost in the streets where I live.

Ek is dors,

I'm thirsty,

ek wil dronk raak op jou wyn.

I want to get drunk on your wine.

Maar hier waar ek bly,

But here where I live

is dit net soutwater en woestyn,

there's only saltwater and desert,

net soutwater en woestyn.

only saltwater and desert.