Stand still, girl, stand still.
(Translation of 'Staan Poppie, Staan' by Eugene N. Marais.)
Stand still, girl, stand still
set your thoughts free,
so that you can tell me,
how deep love lies.
Oh, tell me without fear
could this be love?
Oh, love sweet and tender,
why cast down your eyes,
as dark as the night,
with all her starry beauty '
Oh, tell me for sure
could this be love?
What is this bright rose
that blushes in your cheeks?
From whence the great fury
that moves in your veins?
Oh, tell me for sure
could this be love?
The End.
24/01/2007.
