because it’s lovely …

Stellenbosch University Choir

DIE DONKER (The Dark)
Two Afrikaans Songs
Arranged by André van der Merwe

Die Gang – Christopher Torr
(Publisher: Christopher Torr Music)
As performed by Laurika Rauch
Klein Tambotieboom – Die Heuwels Fantasties

Sound Engineer: Dr Gerhard Roux
Video Production: Regardt Visser
Choir Management: US Woordfees – [email protected]

English Translation:

DIE GANG (The Corridor):
In the dark corridor I saw a light, but the flame was delicate and frail.
I yearned for springtime on my uncle’s farm without electricity.
My aunt said, “My child, my child, love and moths are blind.”
The flame is delicate and frail, and like a thief it can disappear in the night.
Deep within the corridor I yearned for something.
The wind was singing that spring would bring love.
I could hear the day withering – it was only the sun disappearing.
And as certain as the earth that turns, a cock would crow again.
One evening the night turned to day as the storm erupted with all its force.
And I hid in the corridor, because I was afraid of the electricity.

KLEIN TAMBOTIEBOOM (a farm in the Limpopo Province of South Africa):
When the shadows come to fetch me, and when the good Lord does not look out for me,
when the ozone layer perishes
and falls into a chandelier of stars,
lay my heart to rest in Klein Tambotieboom and scatter my ashes across the Bushveld horizon.

Well, this is a day late, I guess , but here is “Sunday” from one of my favorite musicals.

(Stick around to see where all the singers are located.)

Sunday, by the blue purple yellow red water
On the green purple yellow red grass
Let us pass through our perfect park
Pausing on a Sunday

By the cool blue triangular water
On the soft green elliptical grass
As we pass through arrangements of shadow
Toward the verticals of trees
Forever

By the blue purple yellow red water
On the green orange violet mass of the grass
In our perfect park

Made of flecks of light
And dark
And parasols
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum

People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On and ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday