.Old Afrikaaner farmer on the terrace of his home
Sits gently in his rocking chair, gazing at this land
He owns.
There he sees his memories and there his past
There he smiles his grim smile, strokes his gun, swears
He'ii make it last.
Someone brings the whisky, someone se.
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