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Ons is twee Suid Afrikaners in 'n backpacker iewers in Europa 'n stad.
Ons ken 'n mielie en 'n stroper en 'n John Deer trekker ons het die weer en kultuur geonderskat.
Want hier sit ons in 'n kamer met 'n Aussie en Kiwi en 'n Duitser en Ier of twee Japs.
En almal behalwe ek en Stevie bestudeer opgewonde hulle maps.

We are two south afrikaner in a backpacker(?)
Somewhere in Europe, a city.
We recognize corn and a stroper(?) and a john deer tractor.
We have underestimated the weather and the culture.
Because here we sit in a room wit an Aussie, a Kiwi and a German and ler(?) or two Japanese.
And everybody exept me and stevie are exitingly studying their map.

Hulle chat oor als wat hul gaan sien, watter museums watter outydse gebou.
Ek en Stevie chat oor rugby en oor 2010 se sokker Worldcup en sy broer se rowwe troue.
Maar in ons sak is daar 'n padkaart van 'n hele ander missie maar praat nie uit nie dis os konfidensieel.
Dis 'n Suid Afrikaanse kompetisie om te ontsnap uit die backpackers perseel.

They chat about what they are going to see, which museum, which old fashionned building
Me and Stevie are talking about rugby and about the 2010 world cup and his brother's (rowwe?) wedding.
But in our bag there is a roadmap of an other task but we keep it confidential
It is a South African competition to escape of the backpackers lot(?)

Instrumenteel

Middernag so pas ... check!
Balaklawa kompas ... check!
Walkie-talkie toets oor en uit.
Stevie, jy is bravo een ... move uit.

Midnight just pass...check!
balaclava compass...check!
Walkie talkie tested
Stevie, i'm bravo one...move out

Instrumenteel

Bravo een, bravo een ... kom in.
Identifiseer jou posisie.
Bravo een staan by, ek's alreeds in die dak, baie stof en ek het bitter swak visie.

Bravo one, bravo one
Identify your position
Bravo one stand by, I'm now in the roof, a lot of dust and i have a poor vision

Liewe ouers, hier's 'n rot, hier's 'n rot en hy's groter as 'n dassie!
Liewe ouers, dis rot of nee wag. ek sweer dis 'n dassie!
Liewe ouers, liewe ouers, liewe ouers.

Dear parents, there's a rat! here a rat! and it's bigger than a rabbit
Dear parents this rat of nee wag(?) I swear it's a rabbit!
Dear parents x3

Mean while by die huis is daar 'n spitbraai, iewers langs die Bronkhorstspruit dam.
Daar is mielies en sosaties en 'n bak slaai, braai broodjies met tamatie, kaas en ham.
En die manne staan in Speedo's om die vuurtjie en bespiegel of die Hane en die Aussie en die Kiwi.
Wie was die beste kaptein John Smith of Corné Krige en hul wonder nou hoe gaan dit met ek en Stevie?

Mean while there is a braai by the house somewher along the Bronkhorstspruit dam
there is corn and soasties(?) and a bowl of salad, braai rolls with tomatoes, cheese and ham.
And the men stand in swim suites around the fire speculating about the Hane (les bleus?) the kiwis and the aussies.
Who was the best captain John Smith or Corné Kridge and they wonder now what's going on with me and Stevie?

Hulle imagine hoe ons kuier, hoe ons girls op chat met ons rough looks en Afrika aksent.
Hoe ons outydse geboue en museums verken, Brussesl, Brugge en Parys en ook Gent.
Maar iewers in Europa in gryserige stad sit 'n bang Suid Afrikaner in 'n dak.
Hy mis 'n mielie en 'n stroper sy Jack Russel en sy kat en 'n somer warm Afrika sonsak.

They are wondering how we are visiting, how girls chat with us and our south african accent.
How our old building and museum look like, Brussel, Brugge, Paris and also Gent
But somewhere in Europe, in a grey town, sit an afraid South African in the dark.
he misses corn and stroper(?) with his Jack Russels, his cat and the warm South Africa summer sonsak(?).

Instrumenteel

Balaklawa kompas ... check!
Kopliggie harnas ... check!
Walkie-talkie toets, oor en uit.
Okay, ek is bravo twee ... move uit.

balaclava compass...check!
Head strap...checked!
Walkie talkie tested
Okay I'm bravo two...move out

Instrumenteel

Bravo een, bravo een ... kom in.
Identifiseer jou posisie.
Bravo een staan by, jy't nog nooit so iets gesien nie, ek's skyt bang ... asseblief bel die polisie!

Bravo one, bravo one?
Identify your position.
Bravo one stand by, I haven't seen anything, I'm frightenned, please call the police!

Liewe ouers nog 'n rot, nog 'n rot en hy's groter as 'n Staffie!
Liewe ouers, dis rot of nee wag ek sweer dis 'n Staffie!
Liewe ouers, Ahhhhhhh!
Help my, ek soek my ma, ek wil huistoe gaan.

Liewe ouers, liewe ouers, liewe ouers.

Dear parents a rat again, a rat again and it's bigger than a Staffie!
Dear parents this rat of nee wag(?) I swear it's a Staffie!
Dear parents, aaaaah!
Help me, I'm looking for my mum, I want to go home

Dear parents x3

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