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Pretoria

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Pretoria, Jakarandastad, dis weer Oktobermaand ...
Miskien is dit die rede dat ek so verlang vanaand,
Want hoeveel jare het jy nie my lief en leed gedeel
En stil geluister wanneer ek my ou kitaar bespeel.
Doe ... doe ... stil geluister wanneer ek my ou kitaar bespeel.

Pretoria, Jakarandastad, waar ek so graag alleen
Straat-op en –af geslenter het in die lentereen;
Waar meisies lank na middernag
Deur die vensters loer
En dromend luister na die lied van elke troebadoer
Doe ... doe ... dromend luister na die lied van elke troebadoer.

Pretoria, Jakarandastad, die tyd gaan gou verby
En daardie jare lê soos ylblou berge agter my.
Maar steeds is ek die troebadoer
wat almal wil vertel
Van jou, ou Jakarandastad, met sang en snarespel
Doe ... doe ... jou ou Jakarandastad met sang en snarespel.

Pretoria, city of the Jacaranda, it's October month again
Maybe that's the reason why I long for you tonight
For how many years have you shared in my weal and woe
And quietly listened when I played my old guitar
Doo ... doo ... Quietly listened when I played my old guitar

Pretoria, city of the Jacaranda, where I on my own
Up and down the street sauntered in the spring rain
Where girls long after midnight
Through windows peek
And as if in a dream, listening to the song of every troubadour
doo ... doo ... as if in a dream, listening to the song of every troubadour.

Pretoria, city of the Jacaranda, time goes quickly by
And all those years lies behind me, like scattered blue mountains
But still I am the troudadour
that wants to tell everyone
About you, old city of the Jacaranda, with song and stringed play
doo ... doo ... you, old city of the Jacaranda, with song and stringed play.