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2ND STREAMING VIDEO CONFERENCE WITH THE RUSSIAN VETERANS


June 15, 2013 combat veterans Saratov region held in Engels Second International video between the veterans of all wars on Skype under "Goodwill - without borders and distances." The event was a musical direction, and was held under the title "Songs born of the heart." The motto of the program were the words of the hero movie "Go to fight some old people" utterly destroy a military pilot the Tell the Hero of the Soviet Union, Captain Titarenko: Who said that there is no place in a war song? After the fight, the heart asks music twice ...




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SADF Songs
What can I say about the old songs we used to sing?
As a rower (recruit) during basics you are introduced to the harsh world of physical training and learn a few new songs... ones you DID NOT sing at school... and which was NOT designed to be heard by our mothers! They were not folk songs, nor patriotic anthems, or even remotely like the motivation songs sung at school sport competitions - they were mostly harsh and crude, the songs of men in the making!

As 17/18/19 year olds were were mixed up with other cultures in the same platoon... Boertjies, Rooineks, Jews, Italians, Portuguese... and all had to adapt to the culture of the day: ARMY SLANG! This was mostly Afrikaans, despite the 50/50 Afr/Eng language policy of the SADF at the time... it was said the policy was the FIRST 50 years Afrikaans, then the next 50 in English! The official version was that language should alternate between Afr and English on a weekly basis... This was even contained in most unit's standing orders! Was this applied uniformly?... to be honest NO! Most English speaking rowers came out of the Army almost fluent in Afrikaans!

This was also reflected in the songs that we used to sing... real crude songs in Afrikaans and English... real ARMY songs! Songs that bring the men together and make them identify with eatch other, irrespecive of the Language barrier!

Songs bring back memories and we sing what we feel... many songs came out AFTER the war and serves to remind us of those crazy times and fallen friends... and therefore are sad. Others remind us of the good times and cameraderie we enjoyed.

Generally, we Boers can't sing, except when we drink... but there are the exceptions!

 
Oshakati, Wamboland

We will open with a well known and beloved song of all SADF soldiers that had served on the Border... as sung by Lourens Fourie, from the album, The Reccies. Length: 2.19 minutes:

Visualization and subtitles created by Johan Schoeman

Commentator: To be announvced




Afrikaans:
Oshakati Oshakati Oshakati Wamboland
Dis die mooiste plek op aarde: Oshakati Wamboland

Ruacana Ruacana Ruacana Wamdoland
Dis die plek met die meeste water: Ruacana Wamdoland

Oshivelo Oshivel Oshivelo Wamboland
Dis die plek met die meeste vlieë: Oshivelo Wamboland

Okatope Okatope Okatope Wamboland
Dis die plek met die meeste perde: Okatope Wamboland

O Eenhana O Eenhana, O eenhana Wamboland
Dis die plek met die minste water: O Eenhana Wamboland

O Ondongwa O Ondangwa O ondangwa Wamboland
Dis die plek waar die Flossie la-and: O Ondangwa Wamboland

Ongwediva Ongwedive Ongwedive Wamboland
Dis die speelplek van terroriste: Ongediva Wamboland

Oshakati Oshakati Oshakati Wamboland
Dis die moosite plek op aarde: Oshakati Wamboland


English:
Oshakati Oshakati Oshakati Wamboland
Its the nicest (prettiest) place on earth: Oshakati Wamboland

Ruacana Ruacana Ruacana Wamboland
Its the place with the most water: Ruacana Wamdoland

Oshivelo Oshivelo Oshivelo Wamboland
Its the place with the most flies: Oshivelo Wamboland

Okatope Okatope Okatope Wamboland
Its the place with the most horses: Okatope Wamboland

O Eenhana O Eenhana, O eenhana Wamboland
Its the place with the least water: O Eenhana Wamboland

O Ondongwa O Ondangwa O ondangwa Wamboland
Its the place where the Flossie (C-130 Hercules Transport plane) la-ands: O Ondangwa Wamboland

Ongwediva Ongwedive Ongwedive Wamboland
Its the playground of the terrorists: Ongediva Wamboland

Oshakati Oshakati Oshakati Wamboland
Its the nicest place on earth: Oshakati Wamboland



Ovamboland (extracts taken from http://www.namibia-travel-guide.com/:

This verdant strip of land between Etosha and the Kunene and Okavango rivers is largely blank on Namibia's normal tourist map. However, it is highly populated and home to the Owambo people, who formed the backbone of SWAPO's support during the struggle for independence. The region was something of a battleground before 1990, and now the map's blank spaces hide a high concentration of rural people practising subsistence farming of maize, sorghum and millet.

Before independence this area was known as Ovamboland,

The Owambo people are Namibia's most numerous ethnic group, and since independence and free elections their party, SWAPO, has dominated the government. Much effort is now going into the provision of services here.

Owamboland has three major towns – Oshakati, Ondangwa and Ruacana – and many smaller ones. With the exception of Ruacana, which was built solely to service the big hydro-electric power station there, the others vary surprisingly little and have a very similar atmosphere.

Away from the towns, the land seems to go on forever. There are no mountains or hills or even koppjes – only feathery clumps of palm trees and the odd baobab tree break the even horizon. After a year of good rains, the wide flat fields are full of water, like Far Eastern rice paddies, complete with cattle wading like water buffalo.


Travelling eastwards and slightly south, towards Tsumeb, notice how, as the land becomes drier, the population density decreases, and maize becomes the more dominant crop. Where the land is not cultivated, acacia scrub starts gradually to replace the greener mopane bushes by the roadside. Keep your eyes open for raptors – especially the distinctive bateleur eagles that are common here.

Towards the edge of Owamboland, at Oshivelo (about 150km from Ondangwa and 91km from Tsumeb), you must stop to pass through a veterinary cordon fence. This is just a kilometre north of the bed of the Omuramba Owambo, which feeds into the Etosha pan.


 
Jy's In Die Army Nou

The next one is a song about that first experience of going to the Army, leaving your loved ones behind and being adopted by a new family, The Sergeant and the Corporal!




Afrikaans

Onthou jy nog daai eerste dag
daar op die Army trein?
Chaos op die stasie
al die sivies in 'n lyn
Die Sargeant roep ons een vir een
met 'n stemmetjie wat bry
Kom nou, dis vakansietyd,
Klim op, die trein moet ry!

O Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Adios Amigo
Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Die army roep jou nou!
Sê totsiens vir jou familie
Sê totsiens vir jou tjerrie
Sê totsiens aan siviestraat
die Army het jou nou.

Die Korporaal skree: No lopies!
toe klim ons op die trein
Ek sê die Army is 'n lekker plek
al gee die dril ons pyn
Gelapte jeans en 'n tekkie boot
ry ek met 'n groot knapsak
Haal maar af daai blink oorbel
die Sargeant gaan jou skêl

Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Adios Amigo
Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Die army roep jou nou!
Sê totsiens vir jou familie
Sê totsiens vir jou tjerrie
Sê totsiens aan siviestraat
want die Army het jou naam.

Die enjin trek, die wiele rol
Die trein is oppie lyn
'n Mamma snik en 'n boetie sluk
Dis tyd om te verdwyn
Liefdes probeer vir oulaas soen
die sersant het sy bek geskiet
Vergeet maar van daai liefdesdruk
ons maak hom splinternuut

Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Adios Amigo
Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Die army roep jou nou!
Sê totsiens vir jou familie
Sê totsiens vir jou tjerrie
Sê totsiens aan siviestraat
die Army het jou nou.

Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Adios Amigo
Tjoeketjoeketjoek
tjoepetjoeketjoek
Die army roep jou nou!
Sê totsiens vir jou familie
Sê totsiens vir jou tjerrie
Sê totsiens aan siviestraat
die Army het jou nou.
Sê totsiens aan siviestraat
want die Army het jou nou.


English:

Do you remember that first day
there on the Army train?
Chaos on the station
all the civies in a row?
The Sergeant calls us one by one
with a little voice that grates
Come now, its the holidays.
Climb on, the train must go!

Oh Chookechookechoo
chookechookechoo
Adios Amigo
Chookechookechoo
chookechookechoo
The army calls you now!
Say farewell to you family
Say farewell to your cherry (girl)
Say farewell to civvy street
cause the Army has your name!

The corporal yells: no walking!
as we climb on the train
I say the Army is a nice place
even though drilling is a pain!
Patched jeans and rubber sports shoes
I ride with a big backpack
Take of that shiny earring!
the sergeant he will yell!

Chookechookechoo
chookechookechoo
Adios Amigo
Chookechookechoo
chookechookechoo
The army calls you now!
Say farewell to you family
Say farewell to your cherry (girl)
Say farewell to civvy street
cause the Army has you now!

The engine pulls. the wheels rol
The train is on the line
A mommy cries and a brother gulps
Its time to disappear!
Lovers try a final kiss
the sergeant had shot his mouth
forget about that final hug
We will make him brand new!

Chookechookechoo
chookechookechoo
Adios Amigo
Chookechookechoo
chookechookechoo
The army calls you now!
Say farewell to you family
Say farewell to your cherry (girl)
Say farewell to civvy street
cause the Army has you now!
Say farewell to civvy street
cause the Army has you now!

 
Tell me

Song written by and especially recorded for this Conference by Phillip Vietri. The song tells about the anguish of a young soldier when he receives what we used to refer to as a "DEAR JOHN", a letter from his girlfriend at home that breaks up with him while he is in the Army. Phillip wrote it as a broken-hearted 19-year old, and now, at 57, still sings it with passion, as he recalls those unhappy times!


This is only the first verse of the three-verse song and the other verses are recited below.

Phillip will tell us more...


1.
I watched you walking,
Walking away
across the shimmering sands,
along the waves.
The sun beat down
so warm, so gentle;
salt spary stung my eyes
or was it tears?
I sit here staring,
staring out to sea.
The sun, so radiant
wont melt the ice in me.
You froze my heart
on this beautiful day,
in this gentle breeze
as you walked away.
Tell me.
O tell me,
why did you have to leave me?
What did I do,
What did I say,
that without a word
you walked away?
Tell me...

2.
The sun is sinking,
and the crowds have gone.
I sit here thinking,
thinking hard and long.
What did I do,
what did I say,
that without a word
you walked away?
The shadows lengthen,
night is drawing on.
The tide is turning,
the breeze is blowing strong.
Yet I remain
here where once you were near,
And though you are gone,
still I shed not a tear.
Tell me...

3
The night has fallen,
the waves are shining clear;
the wind is growing,
the storm is drawing near.
With thoughts confused
and mind desparing,
my heart is ice,
for my love has been used.
The heavens thunder,
the storm lights up the skies;
the rain is pouring
before my unseeing eyes.
Come back to me,
won't you love me again?
Thaw out my heart,
take away all my pain!
Tell me...

Tell me...

 
Bos Song

An old Bush War song written and sung by Phill Beukes




Afrikaans:

Ag man, dis lekker in die Army!
Van Tempe tot Grootfontein!
In 'n Ratel op Otavi
Of hoog in 'n bos aeroplane
'n Rang will ek nie dra nie
net 'n R1 hier styf teen my sy
Ag man, dis lekker in die Army!
En as niks faal nie dan sal ek hier bly

Gisteraand het ek geAWOL!
Die rugby offisier was siek
toe laat hy my pale toe leopardcrawl
en word vir die DB gekies
In die kamp saans sit en verlang ek
na my meisie daar vêr in die States
Slaat ek met my vurk op my varkpan
en ons span uit en kap dit dan uit

Ag man, dis lekker in die Army!
Van Tempe tot Grootfontein!
In 'n Ratel op Otavi
Of hoog in 'n bos aeroplane
'n Rang will ek nie dra nie
net 'n R1 hier styf teen my sy
Ag man, dis lekker in die Army!
En as niks faal nie dan sal ek hier bly
En as niks faal nie dan sal ek hier bly

Ag man, dis lekker in die Army!
Van Tempe tot Grootfontein!
In 'n Ratel op Otavi
Of hoog in 'n bos aeroplane
'n Rang will ek nie dra nie
net 'n R1 hier styf teen my sy
Ag man, dis lekker in die Army!
En as niks faal nie dan sal ek hier bly
En as niks faal nie dan sal ek hier bly


English:

Oh man, its nice in the Army!
From Tempe to Grootfontein!
In a Ratel at Otavi
Or high in a bush aeroplane!
A rank I will not wear
just an R1 here close at my side!
Oh man, its great in the Army!
And if nothing fails, here I will stay!

Last night I went AWOL (Absent Without Leave)
The rugby officer was sick
to the poles he made me leopardcrawl
And for the DB (Detention Barracks) I am chosen
In the camp in the evenings I long
for the girl so far away in the States
Hitting the dish with my fork
and we relax and party all night

Oh man, its nice in the Army!
From Tempe to Grootfontein!
In a Ratel at Otavi
Or high in a bush aeroplane!
A rank I will no wear
just an R1 here close at my side!
Oh man, its great in the Army!
And if nothing fails, here I will stay!
And if nothing fails, here I will stay!

Oh man, its nice in the Army!
From Tempe to Grootfontein!
In a Ratel at Otavi
Or high in a bush aeroplane!
A rank I will no wear
just an R1 here close at my side!
Oh man, its great in the Army!
And if nothing fails, here I will stay!
And if nothing fails, here I will stay!



 
The Recce Song

The Recce Song as sung by Lourens Fourie, from the album "The Recce", Visualization and subtitles by Johan Schoeman.

THE RECCE... He is proud and has every reason to be. Hundreds have tried to become one of the chosen few. He made it!





Many men, many men.
Many men have tried
for the Laurel, Dagger and Wings and compass rose
Many men came for the test
Many failed, and some came close
but only one got the compass rose

Laurel dagger and compass rose,
wings and maroon beret
He made it today
he did it his way
He's fighting for the RSA
Laurel dagger and compass rose,
Wings and maroon beret
He's walking proud
He's walking tall
He's fighting for one and all!

Many men tell tales of war
but those who talk know nothing then
And those who dont they are soldier men
Many men came for the test
Many failed, and some came close
but only one got the compass rose

Laurel dagger and compass rose,
wings and maroon beret
He made it today
he did it his way
He's fighting for the RSA
Laurel dagger and compass rose,
Wings and maroon beret
He's walking proud
He's walking tall
He's fighting for one and all!

Trained to start where others fall
From land and sea, from out the sky
Prepared to live and die
Only men know what it takes
for the Laurel dagger, the maroon beret
to fight and win you know, come what may.

Laurel dagger and compass rose,
wings and maroon beret
He made it today
he did it his way
He's fighting for the RSA
Laurel dagger and compass rose,
Wings and maroon beret
He's walking proud
He's walking tall
He's fighting for one and all!

Laurel dagger and compass rose,
wings and maroon beret
He made it today
he did it his way
He's fighting for the RSA
Laurel dagger and compass rose,
Wings and maroon beret
He's walking proud
He's walking tall
He's fighting for one and all!



 
Boy van die Recces

Boy of the Recces is an old Reconnaissance Commando song written and sung by Faan Gerber. Recorded and arranged by Soldiers Friend (Barend du Plessis en Pieter Kruger), visualization and subtitles done by Johan Schoeman

Faan Gerber says this song is a tongue-in-cheek charade of the sports and fun they experienced during their leisure hours, which did not only apply to that elite group of men, the Recces, but also to other operational units of any armed force. The few phrases about specific things, like Red Heart Rum, wings, months of searching for tracks of SWAPO and the battle cry were and still are things quite unique to the Recces. The reference to alcohol-use are done lightly, because, even though the men often drank hard, they remained professional and exceptionally successful soldiers! The results speak for itself - so nothing negative should be deducted from this recital.

The main issue here is that the type of individual that qualified for these elite units, had experienced extremes and overcame the obstacles while actually also enjoying the process - a case of working hard and playing ever harder!




Afrikaans:

Red Heart Rum in sy fles,
Hy's smoordronk maar probeer sy bes
Boy van die Recces gaan terroriste jag
Twee maande lank soek hy spoor
en SWAPO slaan op vlug
die juigkreet van VK brul deur die lug
Hy luister na orders en doen dan tog net wat hy wil
Saans drink hul saam en hou lekker bazaar
'n Stel vlerkies op sy hempsak, 'n Gunston trek sy mond vas
Skietding in sy hand wat die vyand laat spat

Boy van die Recces, Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces, ja die lang geweer laat praat
Owawawoo Jodeleidie hoo
Owawawoo Jodeleidie hoo

Drie strepe op 'n ry, 'n sersant aan sy sy
Wat is die eenheid sonder sy drank wonder hy
Die eenheidsdiens is tops, elke man is hier vir die dop ???
Dis my mense die wat 'n vyand kan laat klop
Hy lees ook niks anders as Xeveira Hollander
in sy kas op die rak is 'n halfjack weggepak
In sy wallet is 'n wip,
in 'n rok met 'n drievoet slip
en lovie noem hy haar en sy's skaars sestien jaar

Boy van die Recces, Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces, ja die lang geweer laat praat
Owawawoo Jodeleidie hoo
Owawawoo Jodeleidie hoo

Elke naweek, half vroeg, uitgepass in die kroeg
en later speel hy rugby vir die dorp se eerste span
Sy Red Heart klop sterk dis syne en hy's lief vir hom
As hy voel soos nou kan die sivvies maar kom
Barfights is sy kos so oog hy altyd, so blou hy blink
Roggel op die bors van te veel rook en drink
En boy van die Recces is hardegat ou maat
boy van die Recces wat vir niks terug sal staan

Boy van die Recces, Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces, ja die lang geweer laat praat
Owawawoo Jodeleidie hoo
Owawawoo Jodeleidie hoo

En die generaals daar bo
draai liewer weg hul oe
Hulle ken en waardeer 'n lanie
hmmm, hul weet
hy's die ruggraat van die army


English:

Red Heart Rum in his flask
He's very drunk but tries his best
Boy of the Recces on a terrorist hunt
Two months looking for tracks
and SWAPO evading
the battle cry of RC (Recon Commando) echo in the air
He listens to orders but then do just as he wants
At dusk drinking and partying together
A set of wings on his shirt, a Gunston in his mouth
rifle in his hand lets the enemy take flight

Boy of the Recces, Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, yes the long gun can talk
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo

Three stripes in a row, a sergeant at his side
What is the unit without liquor he wonders
The unit service is top, every man is here for his tot
These are my people who can beat the enemy
He reads nothing other than Xeveira Hollander
In his cupboard rack a halfjack is hidden
in his wallet is a girl
in a dress with a three foot slip
and lovie he calls her and she's barely sixteen

Boy of the Recces, Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, yes the long gun can talk
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo

Every weekend,early, passed out in the bar
and Later he plays rugby for the town's first team
His Red Heart beats strong its his and he loves it
What he feels like now, the civilians can come...
Barfights is his diet, his eyes twinkle with blue
Gurgle in the chest from too much smoke and drink
And boy of the Recces is stubborn, my mate
Boy of the Recces will for nothing stand aside

Boy of the Recces, Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, yes the long gun can talk
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo

And the generals up high
rather averting their eyes
They know and appreciate a man
hmmm. they know
he is the backbone of the army



 
Join the Army

Join The Army from the album "Roofgat Army Songs", Visualization and subtitles by Johan Schoeman.

This song reflects the sentiments of the average National Serviceman towards the institution which forced them to spend up to 2 years of their young lives in training and then operational on the border. Most were unwilling participants, as are all conscripts all over the world!





Good morniung, Gentlemen
My name is Sergaeant-Major Van der Merwe
Welcome to the Army
I am sure this will be the best time of your life
I now leave you in the able hands of your corporals
Thank you

I'm Corporal Swanepoel and I'm your father!
The Army is your mother and we're not married!
You know what that makes you? A fucking bastard!

Join the Army! Join the Army!
Its a place of misery!
There a signpost at the doorway
saying welcome all to thee

Don't believe it, don't believe it
Its a bunch of fucking lies
If it wasn't for the corporal
it could be a paradise

Build the bonfire build the bonfire
put the looties on the top
put the corporals in the middle
and burn the fucking lot!

When my army days are over
oh how happy I will be
I would rather be a civy
than a poor old army rat

No more rollcall in the morning
no more begging for a pass
You can tell your Sergeant-Major
he can stick it up his ass

Fuck the Army fuck the Army
Fuck the Army through and through
I would rather be a civy
than a fucking prick like you
I would rather be a civy
than a dog and pig like you



 
We are marching to Angola

We are marching to Angola from the album "Roofgat Army Songs", Visualization and subtitles by Johan Schoeman.






Original words (mixed Afrikaans/English):

Get those rifles in the high postion!
Keep it in the high position!
By the left, double march!
Left right left right...
I dont hear you singing, fucking troops!
I dont hear you singing!

Early in the morning just before the sun
We are going on a ten mile run
what are we gonna do when we get back?
we are gonna down a... six pack!

Jou Ratel en my Noddy kar en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
Jou Ratel en my Noddy kar en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola who's away!

Jou R1 en my LMG en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
Jou R1 en my LMG en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola who's away!

Jy troep, ek ruk jou arm af en slaat jou
met die bloedkant deur die bek, het jy my?

Jou G6 en my 106 en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
Jou G6 en my 106 en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Who's away

Die bokkop en die stopadop (??) en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
Die bokkop en die stopadop (??) en daar spat die kak
en daar spat die kak... en daar spat die kak
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola who's away

We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola Who's away

English:

Get those rifles in the high postion!
Keep it in the high position!
By the left, double march!
Left right left right...
I dont hear you singing, fucking troops!
I dont hear you singing!

Early in the morning just before the sun
We are going on a ten mile run
what are we gonna do when we get back?
we are gonna down a... six pack!

Your Ratel and my Noddy-car and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
Your Ratel and my Noddy-car and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola who's away

Your R1 and my LMG and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
Your R1 and my LMG and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola who's away

Hey Troop! I will rip your arm off and hit you
in the face with the bloody end! You got me?

Your G6 and my 106 and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
Your G6 and my 106 and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola who's away

The infantry is there and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
The infantry is there and there are shit
and there are shit... and there are shit
We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola who's away

We are marching to Angola, Angola, Angola
We are marching to Angola, Angola Who's away



 
Hou My Vas Korporaal - Bernoldus Niemand


Lyrics and music by James Phillips and Carl Raubenheimer



Hou my vas, Korporaal - Lyrics

Afrikaans:

Hou my vas, korporaal
Ek’s ‘n kind skoon verdwaal
Gaan ek weer my tjerrie sien
As ek van die trein afklim?
Ja, sowaar, korporaal
Dis mos swaar, korporaal
Ek speel oorlog met my beste dae
Ja ja ja, ek en al my maatjies
bymekaar
Bymekaar

Sal so doen, kolonel
Sal nie weier alhoewel
Elke dag is deurgekruis
Een dag nader aan my huis
Hot en haar, korporaal
Ek word naar, korporaal
My ou man se eerste kamp is klaar
Ja ja ja, amper al sy maatjies bymekaar, bymekaaar
Oogklappe bring die skoon gewete
Dis my plig dis nie my keuse
Hier sit ek, ek sit en vrek
Dis nie my skuld maar ek hou my bek
[korporaal voice: Hou jou bek!]

Sy’s my nooi en haar naam is ‘Min Dae”
Ja ja ja, ek en all my maatjies bymeekaar
Bymekaar, bymekaar
Ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja
Ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja, korporaal!

English:

Hold me tight, corporal
I am a child that's so lost
Will I see my girl again
when I climb off the train?
Yes, really, corporal
Is not easy, corporal
I'm playing war with my best years
yes yes yes, me and all my mates
together
Together

Will do so, colonel
won't refuse although
each day is filled
one day closer to my home
Here and there, corporal
I feel sick, corporal
my old man's first camp is done
yes yes yes, almost all his mates together, together
Blinkers allow a clean conscience
Its my duty not my choice
Here I sit, I sit and die
Its not my fault but I keep quiet
[the corporal's voice: Shut your mouth!]

She is my girl and her name is 'min days' (few days)
Yes yes yes, me and all my mates together
Together, together
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes, corporal!

 
John Edmond: The Whistlin' Troopie

 
Let's all sing together now: The final fight. Lyrics by Michael Nozhkin.




PS: REPLACE the word "RUSSIA" with the short name of your own country, i.e "South Africa"!

Последний бой. Песня Михаила Ножкина.
The final fight. Lyrics by Michael Nozhkin.

Мы так давно, мы так давно не отдыхали.
So long ago, so long ago, when we were resting
Нам было просто не до отдыха с тобой.
We had no time for resting during day or night.
Мы пол-Европы по-пластунски пропахали,
We crawled on stomachs through half-Europe in fierce wrestling,
И завтра, завтра, наконец, последний бой.
At last, tomorrow it will be the final fight.

Еще немного, еще чуть-чуть,
Sill more some effort, still more some bit,
Последний бой - он трудный самый.
The final fight is hard and yummy,
А я в Россию, домой, хочу,
I want in Russia my home to meet,
Я так давно не видел маму.
So long ago I saw my Mummy.
А я в Россию, домой, хочу,
I want in Russia my home to meet,
Я так давно не видел маму.
So long ago I saw my Mummy.

Четвертый год нам нет житья от этих фрицев,
Life’s like some torture under the Fritz – four years duration,
Четвертый год соленый пот и кровь рекой,
Both salt and sweat and blood are running like a stream,
А мне б в девчоночку в хорошую влюбиться,
I only want some pretty girl for adoration,
А мне б до Родины дотронуться рукой.
I only want to feel my Motherland, I think.

Еще немного, еще чуть-чуть,
Sill more some effort, still more some bit,
Последний бой - он трудный самый.
The final fight is hard and yummy,
А я в Россию, домой, хочу,
I want in Russia my home to meet,
Я так давно не видел маму.
So long ago I saw my Mummy.
А я в Россию, домой, хочу,
I want in Russia my home to meet,
Я так давно не видел маму.
So long ago I saw my Mummy.

Последний раз сойдемся завтра в рукопашной,
This final time we’ll meet in hand-to-hand last fighting,
Последний раз России сможем послужить,
This final time we’ll work for our Russian land,
А за нее и помереть совсем не страшно,
The death for our Motherland – it isn’t even frightening,
Хоть каждый все-таки надеется дожить.
But everyone of us is hopeful to withstand.

Еще немного, еще чуть-чуть,
Sill more some effort, still more some bit,
Последний бой - он трудный самый.
The final fight is hard and yummy,
А я в Россию, домой, хочу,
I want in Russia my home to meet,
Я так давно не видел маму.
So long ago I saw my Mummy

Images from 'Grensoorlog' series, produced by Linda de Jager, reproduced with kind permission from MNET
Images from 'Grensoorlog' series, produced by Linda de Jager, reproduced with kind permission from MNET
Images from 'Grensoorlog' series, produced by Linda de Jager, reproduced with kind permission from MNET
Images from 'Grensoorlog' series, produced by Linda de Jager, reproduced with kind permission from MNET
Images from 'Grensoorlog' series, produced by Linda de Jager, reproduced with kind permission from MNET

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