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ver onder my druis die stadsgeluide, die hart van Hillbrow wat flink aanstap, straatpredikante en Hare Krisjna-profete, groot rooi bus snork verby, die laataandkoerantverkopertjies skree in die meganiese grammadoela-oerwoud. hysbakke gly op en af, blitspatrollie skeur deur die nag en ek sit op die Hillbrowtoring, wag vir sonop en skryf 'n brief vir Simone.
ek wil jou hê, Simone, (3x)
die meisies van die aand wink, 'n straatmusikant se hoed lê honger en wag om silwer munte van die verbygangers op te vang. 'n blinde met 'n wit stok strompel maar die kunsgalery se gaste sien hom nie, hul oë volg die Art Nouveau van die arties. en later dra 'n digter voor - T.S. Eliot - maar hy versmoor die kuns. en ek sit op die Hillbrowtoring, ek wag vir sonop en skryf 'n brief vir Simone. jou glimlag was vol deernis,
jy't my oneindige argumente beluister met die pseudoleiers van die kultuur, hul redenasies oor reïnkarnasie, sosialisme, sport en oor die digkuns, en of die hele wêreld dalk verkeerd is? jy soen my toe ons huistoe ry en die gaste smoorkwaad agterbly. en nou sit ek op Hillbrowtoring, ek wag vir sonop en skryf 'n brief vir Simone.
far below me drones the city noises the heart of Hillbrow marches on firmly street preachers and Hare Krisna prophets big red bus roars past. the late-night-paper-sales-boys shout in the mechanical boondocks-jungle elevators slide up and down cop cars tear through the night and I sit on the Hillbrow tower wait for sunrise and write a letter to Simone.
I want you, Simone (3x)
the ladies of the night wink a street musicianâ€™s hat hungrily waits to snatch up the silver coints of the passers by a blind one with a white cane stumbles but the guests at the art gallery do not see him their eyes follow the Art Noveau of the atists and later a poet presents – T.S. Elliot but he smothers the art and I sit on the Hillbrow tower wait for sunrise and write a letter to Simone.
your laugh filled with tenderness youâ€™d listen to my endless arguments with the psudoleaders of culture their arguments about reincarnation, socialism, sport and about poetry and if perhaps the whole world is wrong? you kiss me when we travel home and the guests are left behind ticked off and now I sit on the Hillbrow tower wait for sunrise and write a letter to Simone