Steltrinners

Op ’e lêste oere fan de middei
as ús skaden al mar langer
oant it lege ljocht in reuzekeppel
delskriuwt op it droege gers,

himelhege steltrinners
statich hân yn hân
kening keninginne fan
in machtich steppelân,

stean wy te sjen
stom en ferbjustere
nei ús leafde
hjir fertoand

op wiere grutte.

Lyrics: Nynke Laverman Music: Nynke Laverman & Ward Veenstra English translation: Willem Groenewegen

Translation

Stilt-walkers

At the final hour of the afternoon
when our shadows grow ever longer
till the low light writes a
giant couple in the dry grass,

sky-high stilt-walkers
grandly hand in hand
king and queen of
a mighty steppe land,

we stand looking
dumb and bewildered
at our love
shown here

in actual size.