De la Rey

Below, with apologies to Bok van Blerk, is a free and wild translation of his freedom tune, De la Rey. Will we be singing it, like the Scots sing Oh Flower of Scotland, as we win the world cup? Or will we be shedding blood?

The original lyric is posted on “White Pride World Wide” site, Stormfront, and the song appears to have a tragic appeal to mad racists. To quote Rooi Jan from another lyric about missing leaders:

"Ek sien bloed in die donker daar bo.
Hierdie donker trein donder nerens toe."

Van Blerk, fortunately, is brighter that some of his fans, aligning himself with Steve Biko in this interview.

Del la Rey

On hill a in the veld, we wait in the night.
There’s blood in the mud,
And the rain and the wind are like knives.
My house and my farm are ash on the ground
But the fire of a name burns in me.

De la Rey, De la Rey, will you come to lead us again?
De la Rey, De la Rey, as one, we will fall around you.
De la Rey, De la Rey, will you come to lead us again?
De la Rey, De la Rey, come and a nation will stand.

The cliffs block our retreat,
And the English think that we’re done.
But the heart of a Boer is deep and wide,
And the Khakis have lessons to learn.
I hear the hooves of his horse; the general comes,
It’s the English, will learn how to burn.