If you have javascript turned off you may have problems accessing the (pulldown) menu on this site. If this is the case, you may access all the pages through the "Sitemap" which can be found on the top right of each single page. Thank you!
English
Français
Deutsch
Italiano



Eiland

Flash is required!

Other Songs


Dit is 'n eiland die
Hier is nie mense nie
Oom Jan sny koring in 'n ander land,
Hier is net sand

Dit is 'n eiland die
Hier slaan nie blitse nie
Oom Jan belê sy sente in Switzerland
Koop 'n nuwe John Deere

Hy het sy plaas in die Vrystaat, met mielies en vee
Na 60 jaar se sweet vir sy seuns gegee
Sy vrou in Abudabi soek 'n naaimasjien
Oom Jan vlieg oral rond hy wil die wêreld sien

Dit is 'n eiland die
En niks is veilig nie
Oom Jan kan glad nie slaap nie, Hy wil skape tel
maar dis 'n dorper hel

Hy hoor die taxi's wat teen middernag die straat regeer
Sirenes en partytjies: waar's hy nou alweer?
Hy hoor die doef-doef van 'n stroper wat die kaf sorteer
Hier moet hy uit, hy is te lank alleen

Dit is 'n eiland die
Dis nie sy mense nie
Oom Jan verlang na koffie en sy dorsmasjien
Hy wil die melkweg sien
Hy mis sy plaas in die Vrystaat, sy mielies en vee
Die tannie met 'n kappie en 'n koppie tee
Die wind wat in die môre deur die laning vee
Hy laat sy paspoort stempel
Dis die laaste keer.

Dit is 'n eiland die
Dit is 'n eiland die

Dit is 'n eiland die
Dit is 'n eiland die

SAMRO: Woorde: Sunieda; Musiek: Sunieda

This (here) is an island
There are no people here
Oom Jan is reaping corn in another country
Only thing (left here) is sand

This (here) is an island
You won't find any lightning here
Oom Jan is investing every cent in Switzerland
He buys a new John Deere (tractor)

He gave his farm in the Free State – with maize and cattle –to his sons after 60 years of sweating
His waif is in Abu Dabi, searching for a sewing machine
Oom Jan is flying all over, he wants to see the world

This (here) is an island
Nothing is safe
Oom Jan can't sleep, he wants to count sheep
But he is in a Dorset (a kind of sheep) hell

He hears the taxis that rule the streets at midnight
Sirens and parties: where is he again?
He hears the doef-doef sound of a  sorting chaff
He has to get out of here, he's been alone too long

This (here) is an island
These are not his people
Oom Jan misses coffee and his
He wants to see the milky way

SAMRO: Words & Music: Sunieda