Die somerwolke, sal maar vír jou moet traan,
wintermodder, sal moet kraak vir jou hart.
Jou glimlag verruil, vir die herfssekelmaan,
lentedonderstorms, eggo diep; al jou smart.



The summer clouds, will have to cry for you,
winter's mud, will have to crack for your heart.
Your smile swapped, for autumn's crescent moon,
spring thunderstorms, echoing deep; all your sorrow.