A soldier's camp was invaded.
A peaceful brother was taken.
A dark cloud now overshadows the land,
And gloom covers our faces.
A peaceful brother was taken.
A dark cloud now overshadows the land,
And gloom covers our faces.
At sunrise,
We will look upon the pride lands—
Vast oceans, rich dunes, and rocky mountains, all fully illuminated.
The magnificent fruits of his labor are eternal and will be gracefully celebrated.
We will look upon the pride lands—
Vast oceans, rich dunes, and rocky mountains, all fully illuminated.
The magnificent fruits of his labor are eternal and will be gracefully celebrated.
When evening comes,
we'll long for his charm.
"Hage, 'Hagile', 'Hage lo-lo', ek het planne gehad vir die naweek ."
But by the look of things, we won’t feel it anymore.
we'll long for his charm.
"Hage, 'Hagile', 'Hage lo-lo', ek het planne gehad vir die naweek ."
But by the look of things, we won’t feel it anymore.
The nation lost a fundamental pillar.
And children a father.
Like sheep without a shepherd,
We stand alone.
Holding hands in circles, we give honor.
Hope deferred, and our hearts are left bitter.
And children a father.
Like sheep without a shepherd,
We stand alone.
Holding hands in circles, we give honor.
Hope deferred, and our hearts are left bitter.
But though he has fallen, our mantles will rise.
His fight may have ended, but ours has only just begun.
With dust-covered feet, we will march fearlessly on the ground that swallowed him.
His fight may have ended, but ours has only just begun.
With dust-covered feet, we will march fearlessly on the ground that swallowed him.
Our eyes fixed on the prize.
Monica, as tears form in your eyes
and your heart throbs with the pain of a thousand needles,
You are blessed to have captured a king's heart among the daughters of all people.
and your heart throbs with the pain of a thousand needles,
You are blessed to have captured a king's heart among the daughters of all people.
Though he left us, he has never left you.
His scent, like a stain, will remain on the fabric of your soul.
And his voice will forever echo in the walls of your heart.
His scent, like a stain, will remain on the fabric of your soul.
And his voice will forever echo in the walls of your heart.
So, 'Omake',
For 'Ou Hage'.
A gentle giant,
Humble and defiant.
Robert Frost said it well:
So dawn goes today—
Nothing gold can stay.
Mourn, oh children of the brave.
Do not hold back honor from your leader.
Because though he has fallen, our mantles will rise.
His fight may have ended, but ours has just begun.
Do not hold back honor from your leader.
Because though he has fallen, our mantles will rise.
His fight may have ended, but ours has just begun.