Die swarte osse Die jare kom die bulte oor the years come over the hills Soos sware, swarte osse. Dwarsoor my hart lê hulle spoor Die vaalstreep deur die bosse. Die jare kom, die jare gaan Al dieper sny die groewe Gebroke is ek en gedaan Deur hulle sware hoewe Like heavy black oxen black oxen their tracks cover my hart. A grey trail through the bushes. The years come, the years go, their grooves always deeper. I am broken and exhausted by their heavy hooves