Among bushes and trees
Between borders we all wait for tomorrow
But at eighteen we were all just starting to live
How were we to know?
By whose measure will our lives be weighed at the end?
God only knows the fear that we felt
At eighteen we all just wanted to live and be alive
In a flash it could [bad word] to an end

Are you calling me?
Calling me back to the Cutline, my friend?
How much the world has changed since then
We were young and never knew that tomorrow would bring
Are you searching for me?
Searching for me in the dust and your blood?
You said you heard God call out your name
And then you were gone

After so many years
Our thoughts and deeds are still with us
Only soldiers live with the damage caused by borders
How we can understand?
Even though the bush has covered our tracks
In those dark bushes we became brothers in arms
And in those dark bushes we prayed together for tomorrow
In a flash it would [bad word] to an end

Are you calling me?
Calling me back to the Cutline, my friend?
How much the world has changed since then
We were young and never knew that tomorrow would bring

Where are you know?
Will we remember your name when we stand at the wall?
You’ve never been honoured and no-one will know
your part of the story and how it helped our nation to grow
And at that wall
I will stand for hours
But where is your name now, my friend?
Don’t they understand?
Young soldiers sacrificed their lives and now have to carry the blame

Are you calling me?
Calling me back to the Cutline, my friend?
How much the world has changed since then
We were young and never knew that tomorrow would bring

Where are you know?
Will we remember your name when we stand at the wall?
You’ve never been honoured and no-one will know
Your part of the story and how it helped our nation to grow
And at that wall
I will stand for hours
And at that wall
I will stand for hours
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Tusse bosse en bome
Tussen grense wag ons almal vir more
Maar op agtien was ons almal verlore
Hoe kan ons verstaan

En we weeg nou ons lewe
Want net God alleen wet waaroor ons bewe
Want op agtien wou ons almal net lewe
Net een slag toe was jou lewe verby

Roep jy na my
Roep jy my [bad word] na die Kaplyn my vriend
Deur die jare het die wereld gedraai
Toe ons jonk was hoe sou ons dit kon raai

Soek jy na my
Soek jy my nou in die stof en jou bloed
Ju't gese jy [bad word] hoe God na jou roep
Toe's dit als verby

Na al hierdie jare
Ver verlor [bad word] ons rond in ons dade
Net soldate leef grense se skaade
Hoe kan ons verstaan

Want daai bos vreet ons spore
In die donker bos was broeders gebore
In die donker saam gebid vir n more
Maar met net een slag was jou lewe verby

Roep jy na my
Roep jy my [bad word] na die Kaplyn my vriend
Deur die jare het die wereld gedraai
Toe ons jonk was hoe sou ons dit kon raai

Waar is jy nou
Is jou naam dan op ons mure behou
Jy was nooit vereer en niemand gaan nou
Oor jou lewe skryf en wat jy nog wou...

En by daai mure
Staan ek vir ure

Maar waar's jou naam nou my vriend
kan hul nie verstaan...
Jong soldate vergaan...
Sonder rede dra hulle die blaam...

Roep jy na my
Roep jy my [bad word] na die Kaplyn my vriend
Deur die jare het die wereld gedraai
Toe ons jonk was hoe sou ons dit kon raai

Waar is jy nou
Is jou naam op ons mure behou
Jy was nooit bereer enniemand gaan nou
Oor jou lewe skryf en wat jou nog wou

En by daai mure
Staan ek vir ure

En by daai mure
Staan ek vir ure

Nemos - Kuues Meel