die donker (satb)

TRANSLATION

In the dark corridor shines a light, but the flame is delicate and fragile.

And 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 fragile, and it can disappear like a thief in the night.

Deep in the dark corridor I yearned for something.

I heard the wind sing, “Spring will bring love!”

I heard the day wither—it is only the sun disappearing.

And as the earth is turning, a cock will crow again.

Late one evening, the night became like day as the storm erupted with all its force!

And I hid in the corridor, because I feared the electricity.

If darkness comes to fetch me, and if the Lord does not look 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 on the Bushveld horizon!

A virtual choir recording of this piece by the Stellenbosch University Choir can be viewed here: https://video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?fr=yhs-trp-001&ei=UTF-8&hsimp=yhs-001&hspart=trp&p=die+donker+stellenbosch+lyrics+youtube&type=Y195_F163_198833_111720#id=2&vid=621b0c1fa71be28c5b7573b50fb4b27a&action=click