Kinderhel
Kobus Lyrics


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Aan marsjeer die kinders, nimmereindigende nag
Geen oë in hul koppe nie, donker holtes soos die graf
Swart onder hul vingernaels, maaiers in die mond
Velle flap om enkels en verslete voete vlek die grond

Niks om te onthou, treur of berou
Die vlamme ysig koud
In die Kinderhel

Die bloed in hul are verkrummelende stof
Klosse hul hare, verdorde lippe grof
Die Lied van die Vlieë op hul roofrooi wonde vleis
Strompelende lyke by die Hemelhekke weggewys

Niks om te onthou, treur of berou
Die vlamme ysig koud
In die kinderhel

Slaap pikanini, ons vee's in die kraal
Almal ons skapies en bokkies
More vroeg kry jy van soet pap 'n maal
En 'n paar spierwitte sokkies

Siele ontruim, geen asem in hul bors
Geen trane, geen glimlag
Emosie ewig opgeskort
Aan marsjeer die kinders deur die dooie donker stad
Soekend na niks op 'n eindelose Hellepad

Aan marsjeer die kinders, nimmereindigende nag
Leë droë doppe, skynlewe uit die graf
Die Lied van die vlieë op hul roofrooi wonde vleis
Strompelende lyke by die Hemelhekke weggewys

Niks om te onthou, treur of berou
Die vlamme ysig koud
In die kinderhel




In die kinderhel
In die kinderhel

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Kinderhel" by Kobus depict a haunting and bleak image of a place called "Kinderhel" (translated to "Children's Hell"). In the first verse, we see children marching endlessly through a dark and desolate place, their eyes hollow and their bodies worn out. The description of the black dirt under their nails and the grass stains on their feet suggests that they have been tirelessly working in some sort of labor camp. The repetition of the line "Niks om te onthou, treur of berou" (translated to "Nothing to remember, mourn or regret") underscores the idea that these children have no past or future to hold on to, only the endless present of their suffering. The image of "the flames icy cold" in the chorus further emphasizes the sense of endless despair.


The second verse continues with the theme of bodily decay and lack of emotion, as the children's blood turns into dust, their hair clumps together, and their lips become dry and cracked. The "Song of the Flies" on their open, festering wounds adds a gruesome detail to the already horrifying picture. The line "Strompelende lyke by die Hemelhekke weggewys" (translated to "Staggering bodies guided by the gates of heaven") suggests that these children are dying and being sent to heaven or some sort of afterlife, but there is no comfort in this belief, as their souls are empty and their existence pointless.


The last verse brings a jarring shift in tone, as the singer addresses the children in a patronizing and almost mocking way, telling them to sleep and promising them a meal and some socks. This sudden shift in voice highlights the cruelty and indifference of those who have put these children through such atrocities. The repetition of the "Song of the Flies" and the steady march of the children suggest that their suffering will continue, despite any momentary respite.


Overall, "Kinderhel" is a harrowing depiction of the abuse and neglect suffered by children in tragic circumstances. Its stark imagery and repetition serve to emphasize the despairing nature of the situation.


Line by Line Meaning

Aan marsjeer die kinders, nimmereindigende nag
The children march on through the never-ending night


Geen oë in hul koppe nie, donker holtes soos die graf
Their eyes empty, dark sockets like graves


Swart onder hul vingernaels, maaiers in die mond
Black under their fingernails, scythes in their mouths


Velle flap om enkels en verslete voete vlek die grond
Skin flaps around their ankles and worn-out feet stain the ground


Niks om te onthou, treur of berou
Nothing to remember, mourn or regret


Die vlamme ysig koud
The flames ice cold


In die Kinderhel
In the children's hell


Die bloed in hul are verkrummelende stof
The blood in their veins turns to crumbled dust


Klosse hul hare, verdorde lippe grof
Their hair forms knots, lips dry and rough


Die Lied van die Vlieë op hul roofrooi wonde vleis
The song of the flies on their blood-red wounded flesh


Strompelende lyke by die Hemelhekke weggewys
Limping bodies shown the way at the gates of heaven


Slaap pikanini, ons vee's in die kraal
Sleep little one, we herd you in the pen


Almal ons skapies en bokkies
All of us, little lambs and kids


More vroeg kry jy van soet pap 'n maal
Tomorrow early you'll get a meal of sweet porridge


En 'n paar spierwitte sokkies
And a pair of pure white socks


Siele ontruim, geen asem in hul bors
Empty souls, no breath in their chests


Geen trane, geen glimlag
No tears, no smiles


Emosie ewig opgeskort
Emotion eternally suspended


Soekend na niks op 'n eindelose Hellepad
Searching for nothing on an endless path to hell


Leë droë doppe, skynlewe uit die graf
Empty dry shells, a facade of life from the grave


In die kinderhel
In the children's hell




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