Afrikaans
Ek sit hier en weet
Ek is net ‘n man
Wat sukkel om sy besluite deur te voer
Wat’s daar om te sê?
Wat kan ek nog doen?
Voor die einde vir ons loer
Is daar enigiets vir ons oor?
Tyd raak min en ek weet
Ek gaan moontlik nooit die antwoord hê nie
Letsels op my gesig
Ek was reeds dood
Deur ‘n dokter so verklaar
Op my rug in die straat
Gees het my reeds verlaat
Nes geskrop met nuwe hoop
Bring ons ‘n goeie tyding
Daar is te veel lyding
‘n Oop hand kaarte op die tafel neergegooi
Die klaer vra vir meer
En dit dra my nou deur
Weer en weer en nog ‘n keer
English
I sit here and know
I'm just a man
Struggling for its decisions to implement
What's there to say?
What can I do?
Before the end we peered
Is there anything about us?
Time is running out and I know
I will probably never have the answer
Scars on my face
I was already dead
By a doctor as declared
On my back in the street
Spirit had already left me
Like scrubbed with new hope
Bring us good tidings
There is too much suffering
An open hand cards thrown on the table
The complainant asked for more
And it carries me through
Again and again and again
