De
frou fan mais
music by Nynke Laverman
& Joėl Groenewold
lyrics by Albertina Soepboer
Om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
Fan it fertriet sūnder suver wetter
fan de man sūnder it djippe skaad
fan de muorre sūnder houten doar
Om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
Mar neist de paden, krekt op de rānen
tusken hege beammen en parkblommen
struit se mais del, as oft se ivich
sieddet
de tsjustere stikken stźd net wier binne
en alle minsken har samar groetsje hjoed
Om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
fan it fertriet sūnder suver wetter
fan de man sūnder it djippe skaad
fan de muorre sūnder houten doar
Om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
en om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
Mar de frou, se komt werom mei mais
en se sieddet foar de soele wyn dy dei
foar de leafdesdowen op wide pleinen
en foar wat in oare kear wol komme sil
se laket dizze wrāld ta, de frou fan
mais
Om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
fan it fertriet sūnder suver wetter
fan de man sūnder it djippe skaad
fan de muorre sūnder houten doar
Om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
en om de twa heupen fan 'e maisfrou
spielt de rivier, de drōve rivier
Mar de frou, se komt werom mei mais
de drōve rivier spielt om de twa heupen
mar de frou, se komt werom mei mais |
The
Corn Woman
Around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
From the grief without pure water
from the man without deep shadow
from the wall without wooden door
Around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
But next to the paths, just at the edges
between high trees and park flowers
she spreads corn, as if she sows forever
the dark parts of the city aren't true
and all the people just greet her today
Around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
from the grief without pure water
from the man without deep shadow
from the wall without wooden door
Around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
and around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
But the woman, she returns with corn
and she sows for the sultry wind that day
for the love pigeons on wide squares
and for what another time will surely
come
she laughs to the world, the corn woman
Around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
from the grief without pure water
from the man without deep shadow
from the wall without wooden door
Around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
and around the two hips of the corn woman
the river flows, the sad river
But the woman, she returns with corn
the sad river flows around her two hips
but the woman, she returns with corn |