Kersfees in Afrika

Christmas in Africa

Kersfees in Afrika

Thirty-six degrees in the summer sun, swelteringSesendertig grade in die somerson, snikheet
And a pitch-black Santa sits in front of a mall, sweatingEn 'n pikswart kersfeesvader sit voor 'n winkelsentrum en sweet
Kids are running around in flip-flops, enjoying ice creamKinders loop in plakkies rond aan roomyse en smul
And only the pictures on Christmas cards are wrapped in pure white snowEn net die prentjies op kerskaartjies is in spierwit sneeu gehul

Christmas in Africa, if he wants, Santa can wear his shorts hereKersfees in Afrika, as hy wil kan kersfeesvader maar sy kort broekie hier dra
Christmas in Africa, trade your buck for a donkey and your sleigh for a donkey cartKersfees in Afrika, ruil jou takbok vir 'n donkie en jou slee vir 'n donkiekar
Hahaha, it’s Christmas in AfricaHahaha, dis kersfees in Afrika

Glühwein and cinnamon give way to beer and seasoningGlühwein en kaneel gee pad vir bier en aromat
A roasted turkey makes room for a barbecue in the backyard'n geroosterde kalkoen maak plek vir 'n braai in die achterwerf
No one here wears beanies, and jackets are a no-goNiemand hier dra mussies nie en jassies is taboe
With a cap full of sunscreen, we all head to the beachesMet 'n pet op vol sonbrandroom stroom ons almal strande toe

Christmas in Africa, if he wants, Santa can wear his flip-flops hereKersfees in Afrika, as hy wil kan kersfeesvader maar sy plakkies hier kom dra
Christmas in Africa, trade your buck for a donkey and your sleigh for a donkey cartKersfees in Afrika, ruil jou takbok vir 'n donkie en jou slee vir 'n donkiekar
Hahaha, it’s Christmas in Africa!Hahaha, dis kersfees in Afrika!
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