The Sharp Shadow

die klein naald, die koëls is ses.The small needle, the bullets are six.

Gaan in, die koëls is ses.Go in, the bullets are six.

Die klein geweer, die geheime metaal.The small gun, the secret metal.

Die oorlogswapen, dit raak vinnig.The weapon of war, it moves quickly.

Die klein kanon wat brand.The small cannon that burns.

Die klein geweer, die geheime metaal...
The small gun, the secret metal...

Skerp is die skadu wat val.
Sharp is the shadow that falls.

Die stilte skuil in die staal.
The silence shelters in the steel.

'n Enkele skoot in die donker nag.
A single shot in the dark of night.

Die skild van die swye wag.
The shield of silence waits.

Sjjt, hoor hoe die skemer skud.
Shh, hear how the twilight shakes.

Die skielike vrees wat ons wek.
The sudden fear that wakes us.

Asher Chipu
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