Oop Vir Misinterpretasie [English translation]

Only the pretty one gets killed

Only the gentle one gets hurt

Only the young one believes

Like only someone young can with his heart

Each year goes by faster

There are no regularities

My ideal is merely a shadow against the wall

Artificial or not

It’s my knowledge, my fire

Even though one can never be sure about anything

My shoes were made by female slaves in the Far East

It’s not my fault

My short-term memory lapses

University education nullified

It’s not my fault

Only the pretty one gets killed

Only the gentle one gets hurt

Only the young one believes

Like only someone young can believe with his heart

Each year goes by faster

I shouldn’t worry

Your imagination is jumping the queue in front of you

It’s always been like this

Someone can talk a lot

But yet has to struggle in order to get it his way

Everyone knows that perspective

Is not something to be played with

My friends’ servants have raised them with love

It’s not my fault

I remember my dad

They were forced to go to the border

It’s not my fault

Only the pretty one gets killed

Only the gentle one gets hurt

Only the young one believes

Like only someone young can believe with his heart