Dis als te vergeefs
Hoe meer ek daaroor dink
Hoe meer moet ek vergeet
Daar's net een ry spore
Dis redelik vanselfsprekend
Maar daar's sand tussen my tone

Dis al wat ek benodig
Die vars lug in Desember
En die wind deur die bome

Nou fok ek net voort
Ek verbeel my ek kan op water loop
'n Vlietende plato
Die helderheid van jeug verloor

Ek's 'n agtergeblewene
Op die grasvelde van my kinderdae
Hier is daar geen vuiste
'n Voortbestaan is al wat ek vra
Ek staan 'n swerwerskans
Die kilometers lag en my gesig dra die lyne

Nou fok ek net voort
Ek verbeel my ek kan op water loop
'n Vlietende plato
Die helderheid van jeug verloor

Hou net stil
Die mes sny al hoe dieper
Hoe harder jy spartel
Tyd sal jou vergewe
Ek weet die dood gaan my vind

Nou fok ek net voort
Ek verbeel my ek kan op water loop
'n Vlietende plato
Die helderheid van jeug verloor

Ek weet die dood gaan my vind
Ek weet die dood gaan my vind
Ek weet die dood gaan my vind
Ek weet die dood gaan my vind

It's all futile
The more I think about it
The more I must forget
There's just one row of footprints
Its quite self-explanatory
But there's sand between my toes

That's all I need
The fresh wind in December
And the wind in the trees

Now I just fuck onwards
I imagine that I can walk on water
A fleeting plato
The brightness of youth lost

I'm a left-behind
On the grass fields of my childhood days
Here there are no fists
Survival is all that I ask
I stand a wanderer's chance
The kilometers laugh and my face bears the lines

Now I just fuck onwards
I imagine that I can walk on water
A fleeting plato
The brightness of youth lost

Just keep still
The knife cuts all the more deep
The more you struggle
Time will forgive you
I know that Death will find me

Now I just fuck onwards
I imagine that I can walk on water
A fleeting plato
The brightness of youth lost

I know that Death will find me
I know that Death will find me
I know that Death will find me
I know that Death will find me