Die Museum
Coenie De Villiers Lyrics


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Hier is die museum
onder ligte, agter glas
vertoon hul al waat oorbly
van wat eens 'n oerwoud was

Hier staan'n enkel wilger
wat vir oulaas nog kan treur
oor herinnerings aan water
waarteen so 'n boom kon beur

(koor)
Daar was eens miljoene bome
Die planeet was immergroen
of so het iedereen gedink:
kyk wat het die mens gedoen
Hier skuil daar bome agter glas,
kan 'n kind vir oulaas sien
hoe groen die wêreld eerstyds was
in die museum se blikkantien

Daar leun 'n varing vorentoe
om sy spore te verpsrei
hoe kwistig ook sy saad is
die oerwoud is verby

in hierdie tenk is daar nog wel
'n enkel seebamboes
die res is reeds deur diesel
of deur olieslik verwoes

(koor)
En kyk: hier is jou waarlikwaar
'n enkel groen liaan
waar hy eens aan 'n taak kon druip
het die ander reeds vergaan

Hier staan 'n laaste kremetart
selfs hy moes swig voor tyd;
hulle noem dit toe vooruitgang
maar nou noem ons dit spyt





(koor)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Coenie De Villiers’ song “Die Museum” tell the story of a museum where the remnants of what was once a lush and thriving forest are on display under lights behind glass. The current state of the museum is a stark contrast to the state of the planet when it was filled with millions of trees and an evergreen landscape. The only reminders of what it used to look like can now be found behind glass, as children come to marvel at the sights of greenery that they have heard about, only to find that it all belongs to the past. The tree that is featured in the museum is a weeping willow that can only mourn for the memories of the waters against which it once stood firm.


The second verse tells of the challenges of the forest inhabitants, even those who were able to reproduce prolifically are now facing extinction. The tank that once was home to aquatic plants such as sea bamboo now contains very little life, the rest of the area is either contaminated by diesel or oil slicks. The last green tendrils clinging to the vines are a testament to the destruction of the once-lush landscape. Even the mighty Baobab tree has fallen under the weight of time, a victim of the so-called progress that humans have made on the planet. The chorus reinforces the idea that the current state of what was once a green world is a source of deep regret.


Line by Line Meaning

Hier is die museum
This is the museum


onder ligte, agter glas
Under lights, behind glass


vertoon hul al waat oorbly
They display all that remains


van wat eens 'n oerwoud was
Of what once was a jungle


Hier staan'n enkel wilger
Here stands a single willow tree


wat vir oulaas nog kan treur
That can still mourn for the last time


oor herinnerings aan water
Over memories of water


waarteen so 'n boom kon beur
Against which a tree could lean


(koor)
(Chorus)


Daar was eens miljoene bome
There were once millions of trees


Die planeet was immergroen
The planet was always green


of so het iedereen gedink:
Or so everyone thought:


kyk wat het die mens gedoen
Look at what humans have done


Hier skuil daar bome agter glas,
Here trees hide behind glass,


kan 'n kind vir oulaas sien
A child can see for the last time


hoe groen die wêreld eerstyds was
How green the world used to be


in die museum se blikkantien
In the museum's glass cases


Daar leun 'n varing vorentoe
There is a fern leaning forward


om sy spore te verpsrei
To spread its seeds


hoe kwistig ook sy saad is
However abundant its seeds are


die oerwoud is verby
The jungle is gone


in hierdie tenk is daar nog wel
In this tank there are still


'n enkel seebamboes
A few sea bamboos


die res is reeds deur diesel
The rest has already been destroyed by diesel


of deur olieslik verwoes
Or devastated by oil spills


(koor)
(Chorus)


En kyk: hier is jou waarlikwaar
And look: here is truly yours


'n enkel groen liaan
A single green vine


waar hy eens aan 'n taak kon druip
Where it could once drip like a task


het die ander reeds vergaan
The others have already vanished


Hier staan 'n laaste kremetart
Here stands a last baobab tree


selfs hy moes swig voor tyd;
Even it had to yield to time;


hulle noem dit toe vooruitgang
They called it progress then


maar nou noem ons dit spyt
But now we call it regret


(koor)
(Chorus)




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