@rkauer : Use a "Dutch" translator such as google, and pry to understand ;-)
Die Stem
Words: C.J. Langenhoven, Melody: Rev. M.L. de Villiers
Those waister of OUR sky, from which depth we see,
Ear ewige our mountains where they Kranse answer gee.
Door our far-late plains with groaning of ossewa --
Noise that voice of our beloved, our country South Africa.
Sal Our response to your call, our sal sacrifice what JY questions:
Our Lewejohann sal, sal sterwe us - our vir you, South Africa
In those marrow of our bones, our heart and fossil and mental,
In our glory in our past, our hope or what do sal,
In our will and work and walk from our cradle to our grave --
Part no other country we love, pull no other trouvera us.
Fatherland! sal us that nobility of your name with honor soon:
Where and trouvera as Afrikaners - Children of South Africa.
In those of us songloed Somerville, in our winternag se cold,
In this spring of our love, in which lanfer of our route,
By the sound of huwelik clock dial, by which root blow that kis --
Streel you never destroy our voice nie, JY know where your children.
To you call us never no se nie, se us altyd, altyd yes:
To Lewejohann to sterwe - yes, we'll be South Africa.
You Almag vas vertrouend our father buildings:
Skenk that our collar, o Here! to maintain and keep --
That erwe of our vir vad're our kids erwe bly:
Knegt of the Most High, the teen world vry.
We trust the club father, learning our trust, O Lord --
With our country and our nasie sal this is pointed, God coalition.
