Die legende Valiant Swart sing Die Mystic Boer op die TV Program Hoor Hoor. / valiant.swart / valiantswart www.valiant.co.za/ / mktv.co.za / mktv_ www.mktv.co.za/
Rough translation through chatgpt: On a pale plain We saw him for the first time He danced strangely and disappeared in a haze of fumes and wind There were cliffs in the distance, and the sun was still young And gray birds watched us as we nodded to each other in the morning We're going to hunt him The windmills waved The day smelled of new blood And broke Forty days and forty nights We seek the mystic farmer But like the black horses of midnight thoughts He remains vigilant, glancing over his shoulder We walk through the emptiness With our eyes fixed on a dust cloud where his feet stirred the earth with passions full of punk And pleasure The morning hour smeared us bright with fresh hope for happiness And wisdom and joy and fires full of variety And light Beyond the mountains Beyond the cliffs Beyond the caves The spirit drifts While we, the hunters, storm him With nets And bars And time Forty days and forty nights We seek the mystic farmer But like the black horses of midnight thoughts He remains vigilant, glancing over his shoulder The limits of our mission were only the wind and weather The lightning and thunder that frighten and bring rain to cancel the dust The greater the urge to meet the king of the new breath The more furious the journey And the quieter There was a shadow to play marker And an up-tempo lament was the magnet And visions Of new things Were everywhere, everywhere Forty days and forty nights We seek the mystic farmer But like the black horses of midnight thoughts He remains vigilant, glancing over his shoulder Suddenly there was nothing Except a pale plain and the sun was alone with water and jeans on The dancer was gone At midnight, the moon was sad and beautiful, and the ground tasted of salt And when the new morning rose from the mountain Gray birds watched us So If you see him And you want to search for him Feel free to do so Because it's a great adventure Even though you end up Where you started Forty days and forty nights We seek the mystic farmer But like the black horses of midnight thoughts He remains vigilant, glancing Over his shoulder with a strange grin And dancing in the midnight with the moon Over his shoulder with a challenging eye Come closer, come ask me my name I am the mystic farmer The mystic farmer
On a dreary plain we first spotted him Op 'n vaal vlakte het ons hom die eerste keer gewaar He danced funny and disappeared in a blur of waves and wind Hy't snaaks gedans en weggeraak in 'n waas van walms en wind There were ravines in the distance and the sun was still young Daar was klowe in die verte en die son was nog jonk And gray birds watched us as we nodded to each other under the morning En grys voëls het ons dopgehou toe ons onder die oggend vir mekaar geknik het We're going to chase him Ons gaan hom jaag The mists beckoned Die newels het gewink The day smelled of new blood Die dag het geruik na nuwe bloed And broken En gebreek Forty days and forty nights Veertig dae en veertig nagte We are looking for the mystic boer Soek ons die mystic boer But like the black horses of midnight thoughts Maar soos die swart perde van middernag-gedagtes He stays on his guard and watches Bly hy op sy hoede en loer Over his shoulder Oor sy skouer We walk through the void with our eyes fixed on a cloud of dust where his feet stirred the earth with passions full of punk and pleasure Ons loop deur die leegte met ons oë vasgepen op 'n stofwolk waar sy voete die aarde ontstig het met passies vol punk en plesierigheid The morning hour shone on us with fresh hope of happiness and wisdom and joy and fires full of variety Die môrestond het ons blink gesmeer met vars hoop op geluk en wysheid en vreugde en vure vol verskeidenheid And light En lig To the mountains Na die berge To the ravines Na die klowe To the caves the spirit whirls Na die spelonke dwarrel die gees While we, the hunters, charge him Terwyl ons, die jagters, hom bestorm With nets Met nette And bars En tralies And time En tyd Forty days and forty nights Veertig dae en veertig nagte We are looking for the mystic boer Soek ons die mystic boer But like the black horses of midnight thoughts Maar soos die swart perde van middernag-gedagtes He stays on his guard and watches Bly hy op sy hoede en loer Over his shoulder Oor sy skouer Suddenly there was nothing Skielik was daar niks Apart from a pale plain and the sun, we were alone with water and jeans Behalwe 'n vaal vlakte en die son was ons alleen met water en jeans The dancer was gone Die danser was weg At midnight the moon was sad and beautiful Teen middernag was die maan treurig en mooi The ground tasted of salt Die grond het gesmaak na sout And then the new morning rose from the mountain En toe die nuwe oggend opstaan uit die berg Were gray birds watching us Het grys voëls ons dopgehou So if you see him So as jy hom sien And you want to find him En jy wil hom soek Feel free to do so Doen dit gerus Because it's a big adventure Want dis 'n groot avontuur Although you end up Alhoewel jy eindig Where you started Waar jy begin het Forty days and forty nights Veertig dae en veertig nagte We are looking for the mystic boer Soek ons die mystic boer But like the black horses of midnight thoughts Maar soos die swart perde van middernag-gedagtes He stays on his guard and watches Bly hy op sy hoede en loer Over his shoulder with a strange grin Oor sy skouer met 'n vreemde grynslag And dance with the moon in the late night En dans in die nánag met die maan Over his shoulder with a challenging eye Oor sy skouer met 'n oog wat uitdaag Come closer, come ask me my name Kom nader, kom vra my my naam I'm the mystic boer Ek's die mystic boer The mystic boer Die mystic boer The mystic boer Die mystic boer I'm the mystic boer Ek's die mystic boer
Jirre kry ek rillings, hierdie poesie is perfek
Een van Afrikaans se grootste skatte.. Dankie Bra. Bless you!
Wat 'n legende.
Soooo spesiaal. Dankie
Valiant dankie puik bra puik!
VALIANT JY IS STIL DEESDAE
Fantasties
Baie dankie Valient. Ek genies alkyd jou sang en Musick. Even van my groot gunslinger. Mooi loop. Baie groete en mooi Wende. Loves.😊
Jip na 40 dae en 40 nagte eindig jy waar jy begin het...
Please, could we have some lyrics!😊 Great performance!!!
Rough translation through chatgpt:
On a pale plain
We saw him for the first time
He danced strangely and disappeared in a haze of fumes and wind
There were cliffs in the distance, and the sun was still young
And gray birds watched us as we nodded to each other in the morning
We're going to hunt him
The windmills waved
The day smelled of new blood
And broke
Forty days and forty nights
We seek the mystic farmer
But like the black horses of midnight thoughts
He remains vigilant, glancing over his shoulder
We walk through the emptiness
With our eyes fixed on a dust cloud where his feet stirred the earth with passions full of punk
And pleasure
The morning hour smeared us bright with fresh hope for happiness
And wisdom and joy and fires full of variety
And light
Beyond the mountains
Beyond the cliffs
Beyond the caves
The spirit drifts
While we, the hunters, storm him
With nets
And bars
And time
Forty days and forty nights
We seek the mystic farmer
But like the black horses of midnight thoughts
He remains vigilant, glancing over his shoulder
The limits of our mission were only the wind and weather
The lightning and thunder that frighten and bring rain to cancel the dust
The greater the urge to meet the king of the new breath
The more furious the journey
And the quieter
There was a shadow to play marker
And an up-tempo lament was the magnet
And visions
Of new things
Were everywhere, everywhere
Forty days and forty nights
We seek the mystic farmer
But like the black horses of midnight thoughts
He remains vigilant, glancing over his shoulder
Suddenly there was nothing
Except a pale plain and the sun was alone with water and jeans on
The dancer was gone
At midnight, the moon was sad and beautiful, and the ground tasted of salt
And when the new morning rose from the mountain
Gray birds watched us
So
If you see him
And you want to search for him
Feel free to do so
Because it's a great adventure
Even though you end up
Where you started
Forty days and forty nights
We seek the mystic farmer
But like the black horses of midnight thoughts
He remains vigilant, glancing
Over his shoulder with a strange grin
And dancing in the midnight with the moon
Over his shoulder with a challenging eye
Come closer, come ask me my name
I am the mystic farmer
The mystic farmer
On a dreary plain we first spotted him
Op 'n vaal vlakte het ons hom die eerste keer gewaar
He danced funny and disappeared in a blur of waves and wind
Hy't snaaks gedans en weggeraak in 'n waas van walms en wind
There were ravines in the distance and the sun was still young
Daar was klowe in die verte en die son was nog jonk
And gray birds watched us as we nodded to each other under the morning
En grys voëls het ons dopgehou toe ons onder die oggend vir mekaar geknik het
We're going to chase him
Ons gaan hom jaag
The mists beckoned
Die newels het gewink
The day smelled of new blood
Die dag het geruik na nuwe bloed
And broken
En gebreek
Forty days and forty nights
Veertig dae en veertig nagte
We are looking for the mystic boer
Soek ons die mystic boer
But like the black horses of midnight thoughts
Maar soos die swart perde van middernag-gedagtes
He stays on his guard and watches
Bly hy op sy hoede en loer
Over his shoulder
Oor sy skouer
We walk through the void with our eyes fixed on a cloud of dust where his feet stirred the earth with passions full of punk and pleasure
Ons loop deur die leegte met ons oë vasgepen op 'n stofwolk waar sy voete die aarde ontstig het met passies vol punk en plesierigheid
The morning hour shone on us with fresh hope of happiness and wisdom and joy and fires full of variety
Die môrestond het ons blink gesmeer met vars hoop op geluk en wysheid en vreugde en vure vol verskeidenheid
And light
En lig
To the mountains
Na die berge
To the ravines
Na die klowe
To the caves the spirit whirls
Na die spelonke dwarrel die gees
While we, the hunters, charge him
Terwyl ons, die jagters, hom bestorm
With nets
Met nette
And bars
En tralies
And time
En tyd
Forty days and forty nights
Veertig dae en veertig nagte
We are looking for the mystic boer
Soek ons die mystic boer
But like the black horses of midnight thoughts
Maar soos die swart perde van middernag-gedagtes
He stays on his guard and watches
Bly hy op sy hoede en loer
Over his shoulder
Oor sy skouer
Suddenly there was nothing
Skielik was daar niks
Apart from a pale plain and the sun, we were alone with water and jeans
Behalwe 'n vaal vlakte en die son was ons alleen met water en jeans
The dancer was gone
Die danser was weg
At midnight the moon was sad and beautiful
Teen middernag was die maan treurig en mooi
The ground tasted of salt
Die grond het gesmaak na sout
And then the new morning rose from the mountain
En toe die nuwe oggend opstaan uit die berg
Were gray birds watching us
Het grys voëls ons dopgehou
So if you see him
So as jy hom sien
And you want to find him
En jy wil hom soek
Feel free to do so
Doen dit gerus
Because it's a big adventure
Want dis 'n groot avontuur
Although you end up
Alhoewel jy eindig
Where you started
Waar jy begin het
Forty days and forty nights
Veertig dae en veertig nagte
We are looking for the mystic boer
Soek ons die mystic boer
But like the black horses of midnight thoughts
Maar soos die swart perde van middernag-gedagtes
He stays on his guard and watches
Bly hy op sy hoede en loer
Over his shoulder with a strange grin
Oor sy skouer met 'n vreemde grynslag
And dance with the moon in the late night
En dans in die nánag met die maan
Over his shoulder with a challenging eye
Oor sy skouer met 'n oog wat uitdaag
Come closer, come ask me my name
Kom nader, kom vra my my naam
I'm the mystic boer
Ek's die mystic boer
The mystic boer
Die mystic boer
The mystic boer
Die mystic boer
I'm the mystic boer
Ek's die mystic boer
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Wie is die Mystic Boer?
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