Oorlog-Oorlog
Coenie De Villiers Lyrics


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In my kind se hande hou hy, ‘n nuwe speelding vas
Dis klein gebruik, ‘n battery, pas maklik in sy tas
Oor die skerm flikker beelde, in die newels was 'n bom
Kyk pa, sê hy en glimlag, so kom die vyand om

Sy duim beheer kontroles
Wat 'n vliegtuig laat versnel
En hy lag soos net ‘n kind kan lag oor die visioen van hel

Maar die spel daar in sy hande word elders ook gespeel
En die letsels wat die oorlog laat nie veel langer om te heel
Ja ek bly op die kantlyn staan, ‘n toeskouer wat weet
In my seun wat speel se helder lag skuil ‘n bang soldaat se kreet

In sy hand hou hy ‘n oorlog vas, my kind van amper tien
Gewikkel in ‘n veldslag wat net hy alleen kan sien
Deurbeur dit moet vorentoe, daar val ‘n leermag aan
My kind oorleef die skadus, daar bly as oorwinnaar staan

Hy's die meester van sy wêreld , hy word god, ‘n general
Wat knap sy tenks manipuleer wat bitter selde val

Maar die spel daar in sy hande word elders ook gespeel
En die letsels wat die oorlog laat nie veel langer om te heel




Ja ek bly op die kantlyn staan, ‘n toeskouer wat weet
In my seun wat speel se helder lag skuil ‘n bang soldaat se kreet

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Coenie De Villiers's song Oorlog-Oorlog describe the experience of a father watching his young son play a video game about war. The father watches as his son manipulates the controls of a small battery-operated device, which displays images of war on the screen. As his son plays, the father realizes that the game is a reflection of a real war happening somewhere else. He describes how his son, with his laughter and innocent joy, unknowingly mimics the actions of a real soldier who is fighting for his life.


The father admits that he is a bystander, who can only watch as his child engages in this simulated war. He is aware that the wounds and consequences of this war extend far beyond the confines of his child's game. While his son plays, he becomes the master of his own world, controlling tanks and airplanes, and experiencing the thrill of victory. In the end, the father acknowledges the irony of the situation - that in his child's laughter, there is a hidden cry of a frightened soldier.


Overall, the song highlights the impact of war on individuals, and how even in the virtual world, war is a serious and traumatic experience that should not be trivialized.


Line by Line Meaning

In my kind se hande hou hy, ‘n nuwe speelding vas
My child holds a new toy in his hands


Dis klein gebruik, ‘n battery, pas maklik in sy tas
It's small and runs on a battery, fits easily in his bag


Oor die skerm flikker beelde, in die newels was 'n bom
Images flicker on the screen, news of bombs and war


Kyk pa, sê hy en glimlag, so kom die vyand om
He smiles and says, 'Look, Dad, the enemy is coming'


Sy duim beheer kontroles
He controls it with his thumb


Wat 'n vliegtuig laat versnel
Making the plane speed up


En hy lag soos net ‘n kind kan lag oor die visioen van hel
He laughs like only a child can over the vision of hell


Maar die spel daar in sy hande word elders ook gespeel
But the game in his hands is also being played elsewhere


En die letsels wat die oorlog laat nie veel langer om te heel
And the wounds that war leaves take a long time to heal


Ja ek bly op die kantlyn staan, ‘n toeskouer wat weet
Yes, I remain on the sidelines, a spectator who knows


In my seun wat speel se helder lag skuil ‘n bang soldaat se kreet
In my son's bright laugh hides the cry of a frightened soldier


In sy hand hou hy ‘n oorlog vas, my kind van amper tien
In his hand, my child of almost ten holds onto a war


Gewikkel in ‘n veldslag wat net hy alleen kan sien
Entangled in a battle that only he can see


Deurbeur dit moet vorentoe, daar val ‘n leermag aan
It must move forward, there is an enemy to defeat


My kind oorleef die skadus, daar bly as oorwinnaar staan
My child survives the shadows, emerging as a conqueror


Hy's die meester van sy wêreld , hy word god, ‘n general
He's the master of his world, becoming a god, a general


Wat knap sy tenks manipuleer wat bitter selde val
Skillfully manipulating his tanks, which rarely fall




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