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I just love this guy ….very english I am , but at 51 have learned to love Afrikaans lietjies…….and also lots of other Afrikaans musicians….. Afrikaans musicians you rock keep it lekker lovely and local……
I never get tired of listening to this song! I've listening to this thousands of times - each time as if for first time! How sad that he is no longer here! This song & singer is listened to the world over!
Also a rooinek SOUTH AFRICAN, Theuns just brings Afrikaans alive for me. His music resonates with me and appreciate what he brings in my appreciation for all types of music. Thanks Theuns, always appreciated and always remembered. Dankie Broer!
Ook n rooinek dit will se,ek is nie as n nboer(naamword) geboere nie maar diet in my gees dn hart El is n boer want ek Kan identifier met Dai Nasir in aie verskillende .mannered by voorbeld. ,hulle kos klere ,taal,(naie pragtig) En boer Allen,die godsdienstig. Ooh! Ek verlang so baie and die ou transvaal en die vrystad,my vaderland.ja Alles vir jou Vrystad Met liefde and algal Liege(bethlehem)
Dis die greatest Afrikaanse melodie,ek wil nou nie n woord van kak pratie.mees kompleet in alle opsigte wat vocal,instrumental ens betref en die woorde o fok met dai dai stem.laat jou klotters te same met jou hart vibrate.o goeie fok.smaak sommer toi toi😂😂😂😂❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤.Jy was n verstaner Theuns.dankie
Rus in Vrede Theuns Jordaan, ons as Suid Afrikaners gaan jou diep woorde en lirieke ontsaglik baie mis. Jou musiek sal bly lewe in ons harte en lippe. JY IS 'N LEGEND MY MAAT jou musiek sal nog no. 1 treffers wees by elke braai. Tot ons weer ontmoet. Rus in vrede
Ou Theuns, ou Theuns, ou Theuns. Hierdie song roep vir my groot herinneringe op. Jou wonderlike talente dwing my elke nou en dan om iets soortgelyks as wat ek belewe het na terug gevoer te word. Wonderlik, absoluut wonderlik
I play Theuns Jordaans music in my mix when having get togethers at my ranch in Dallas. Even though my fellow Americans don't have the faintest idea of what he's singing they all absolutely love it , now that's something! We've lost a South Afr ican treasure but you'll keep rocking it in SA Theuns and here in Texas through the beautiful music you've blessed us with.
More like 'Spanish train' Golden Earing remember that. My schoolbuddy died on the border and I knew he would when I listened to that song with him long before. RIP.. Errol Moolman.
My wife and I travel through Beaufort West when going to Cape Town. Have always enjoyed this version of this song immensely. So very sad to hear of this great man’s untimely passing. Will always be reminded of his great talent on our future journeys. RIP, - so very very sad.
Hierdie musiel van Theuns Jordaan last my terug verlang Na my Jong Kate terug,ja ek slaap amper nooit Meer nie want ek mis my kinders,familie en die Mende Vir Wie Ek baie lief is.Hierfie song speel ek spesiaal vir hulle . AMEN Hallelujah 🙌🙏
Love him Singing this with guitar n harmonica, love the band n all guitars playing together ! From USA, don't know the lyrics are but I can't stop listening to him ! What a Talent
It's one of the most amazingly clever love songs ever written, I must actually document why I think so, the use of both English and Afrikaans in such complementary and sneakily clever ways is phenomenal.
@glenblignaut9977 0 seconds ago You were Beautiful in Beaufort West, and I was so terribly in love with you, and loved you so so terribly, and you and I have on graves and on trains and Ford Fairlane's rear seats (kissed and more). And now you and your husband are both computer analyst, last winter, you tried to cut both of your wrists and now you write to me Choir: You can't sleep anymore. You can't laugh anymore, you don't do anything for yourself anymore and never ever kiss me again. Nice, nice, nice were your words too while smoking Menthol cigarettes, and all those sweet, sweet things you said to me while you're lying sweat sweat in my arms. And I forget the exact words, I only remember the smoke and the sweat in Beaufort West and your bare body under a cool summer cotton dress Choir: No more sleep. No more laughing, don't do anything for yourself anymore and never ever kiss me again And maybe it's like a story from the Huisgenoot (You magazine-Afrikaans version- Huisgenoot), but one night you suddenly pushed me away and I looked at your face in the rearview mirror and said maybe I should look happier and that night I could not fall asleep I felt my heart being torn loose from my body and floating down the river like a rowboat Choir: I couldn't sleep anymore. No more laughing no more doing anything for myself, and never ever kissing you again The last reminiscence I write about is the night you and I the milk train on and off into the night to the other side of the ding-dong gong by the passing the breakfast waiter in the corridor This was my wake-up call my love, you said, "Please love me", but I dreamed we went to live in Beaufort West Choir: I couldn't sleep anymore.. not laugh anymore, no more doing anything for each other and never ever kissing you again. I couldn't sleep anymore. Not laugh anymore.. No more (being) able to do something right for myself and never ever kiss you again.. THIS IS A QUICK TRANSLATION, SOME WORDS CANNOT BE TRANSLATED TO HAVE THE SAME MEANING AS ALSO WITH SOME TENSES AS WELL)
Die hartseer le vlak in my gemoed ,amper ongelooflik om te dink dat Theuns nie meer hier is nie ,maar tergelykertyd dat hy is waar elke kind van Jesus wil en gaan wees , tot weersiens Theuns ,wat n wonderlike en musiekvolle plek le vir ons in die vooruitsig ,Amen
Ek kan geen van sy musiek luister sonder om 'n traan te trek of om te wonder hoekom hy so vroeg oorlede is. Ag ou oom Theuns, ek wens jy het geweet aan hoe baie mense se lewens jy geraak het. Ek mag dalk net 22 jaar oud wees, maar jou musiek beteken nog altyd vir my so baie, 'n ware legende.
You don’t believe how I feel… I crying everyday. Nobody knows how much I love him. I want to know his sibilins tell them about my love, looks like my brother. I never saw him, but always in my heart ❤️ in my mind in my soul. Love from Brasil 🇧🇷
Jan Hoogendijk, jy het baie diep in my hart gekruip. My ma se kleinniggie was ook met 'n Hoogendijk getroud, en my pa se oudste met sy suster. Mag jy nog lank jou besondere Godgegewe talent gebruik. Groete uit Kakamas, sedert 1942 tot in 1951 in Nederland, tot ons emigrasie in 1951. Alida van Zijl den Heijer.
Der fantastische Mann ist mir so sehr ins Herz gewachsen, seine Lieder kann ich 24 Stunden am Tag hören. Wir sehen uns irgendwann lieber Theuns. Liebe Grüße sende ich dir in den Himmel 🙏❤️
Wel ek kan nie Duits praat nie maar kan lees en elke woord verstaan wat u skryf. Ons Afrikaners gebruik nie 'u' baie meer nie maar eerder 'jy'. 'U' is gebruik deur 'bullshitters'. Dis of ek of jy .. finnish en klaar. Dankie vir jou mooi woorde. Ja die hemel weet.
R.I.P Theuns, gonna miss you. Thank God for RU-vid for fans like me than can keep listening to your fantastic voice. God Bless Buddy and thank you having the chance to hear you 🤠
Ek is 68 jr oud, maar dit voel of ek die liefde van my lewe verloor het as ek so na Theuns se liedjies luister!! Ek leef my so in sy lewe in en wonder........
This is a super awesome song..... every song tells a story... I will share a bit with you.... "When we have met in Beaufort West (small town in Western Cape in South Africa) you were so beautiful, so long ago... and I was so much in love with you... I remember the times we kissed and made out in the back of a Ford Fairlane..... and today you and your husband are Computer analysts......the last communication I (him) have received from you (her)... after so many a year.... but there is no more sweet smiles without, no more laughter without you, no more sweet kisses without you....no more dreaming without you " Not the exact translation, but if these words could be translated and understood in full... these would be the words..... Theuns Jordaan past away due to cancer a short while ago....
@@BoerInc Hy kon nie ongelukkig dit soos Teunsie (RIP) sing ook met instrumente nie. Ek weet.. Teuns moes Gert 'n beter 'cut' gegee het, nie net 'n paar duisend nie dis absolute BS. Wel elk geval soos mense wat my ingedoen of my vriendin ook is daar meer as 20 in die hel of hemel oor 14 jaar + ..wat kan ek meer sê? Long story short ek was in die army 1978 tot 1981(Diensplig) op die selfde trein en het iemand ontmoet, haar naam Tania van Neikerk vanaf JHB na Beufort Wes stasie, ek moes afklim op Warrenton stasie maar het verbygehou by Warrenton stasie op die trein saam met haar. Vertel toe vir die stasiemeester by 'n verdere stop waar ek toe beland het, ek't verslaap meneer. Die moerige stasiemeester bel toe die basis.. Eerste trein terug Warrenten stasie gaan ek toe gratis (ons SAW troepe op naweekpas moes self betaal op die trein destyds of hich-hike'). Niks weer by die basis 93 Ammo depot van die 'verslaap' trip gehoor nie ook nie aangekla nie -DD1. - van Blikkies. Ek dink die DSM -snotties vd Merwe en ander offisiere het net gegiggel. Tania was daarna Kanada toe waar sy 'n 'post matriek' gedoen het en het blykbaar 'n Amerikaner ontmoet en is hopenluk gelukkig getroud.--Niks snaaks het gebeur op die trein nie.
This guy really needed to do a cover of The Sound Of Silence... That deep voice was amazing. I'm sorry I never appreciated him more while he was alive. Now that I'm older and wiser, his voice and music speaks volumes to me.
I don't understand the south African lyrics but love the melody,love whe theunes and Juanita sing,felt almost like I knew theunes personally,hope he is singing in heaven.I have alot of their music on my iPad,just stumbled on it one day and just listen alot to their music.Thanks for adding to my Playlist,writing from Canada.
Hi there, I hope this helps. You were Beautiful in Beaufort West, and I loved you so terribly and terribly, and you and I rode on graves and on trains on Ford Fairlane's rear seats And now you and your husband are both computer analysts, and last winter, you tried to cut above your wrists and now you write to me You can no longer sleep No, no more laughing, No, do nothing for yourself and never kiss me again Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful were your words too, while smoking Menthol cigarettes, and all that sweat, sweat things say to me, while you sweat, sweat lies in my arms And the exact words I forgot exactly, I just remember the smoke and the sweat in Beaufort West and your bare body under cool, summer cotton dress No more sleep No, no more laughing, No, do nothing for yourself and never kiss me again And maybe it's like a story from The Housemate But one night you suddenly pushed me away and in the rearview mirror you looked at your face and said maybe I should look happier and that night I could not fall asleep I felt my heart jerk loose from my body and float like a rowboat down the river I could not sleep anymore. No, no more laughing, No, do nothing for myself again, and never kiss you again The last memory I sing about is the night you and I ride the milk train on and off at night to the other side of the thing-dong gong of the breakfast waiter in the hallway past It was my wake-up call I love, you said, "Please love me", but I dreamed we were going to live in Beaufort West I could not sleep anymore No, no more laughing, No, never do anything right again and never kiss you again I could not sleep anymore No, no more laughing, No, do nothing for each other again and never kiss you again
OK Calvin great interpretation and tx for not making 'rear seats graves' ect.. too ..er explicit. Unfortunately ther isn't a direct English translation for 'gevry'.
Dis daai girl, we all remember her, she is always there, she is always in the background. Our wives know she is there as their phantoms of those wisps of their heroes hum around in their heads......
Last year I'have got to know this song first here, only a few days before he's gone. I don't understand Afrikaans, but he had an absolutly great voice and made a lot of beautiful music. Thanks for it and rest in peace, Theuns.
@glenblignaut9977 Rough translation.. You were Beautiful in Beaufort West, and I was so terribly in love with you, and loved you so so terribly, and you and I have on graves and on trains and Ford Fairlane's rear seats (kissed and more). And now you and your husband are both computer analyst, last winter, you tried to cut both of your wrists and now you write to me Choir: You can't sleep anymore. You can't laugh anymore, you don't do anything for yourself anymore and never ever kiss me again. Nice, nice, nice were your words too while smoking Menthol cigarettes, and all those sweet, sweet things you said to me while you're lying sweat sweat in my arms. And I forget the exact words, I only remember the smoke and the sweat in Beaufort West and your bare body under a cool summer cotton dress Choir: No more sleep. No more laughing, don't do anything for yourself anymore and never ever kiss me again And maybe it's like a story from the Huisgenoot (You magazine-Afrikaans version- Huisgenoot), but one night you suddenly pushed me away and I looked at your face in the rearview mirror and said maybe I should look happier and that night I could not fall asleep I felt my heart being torn loose from my body and floating down the river like a rowboat Choir: I couldn't sleep anymore. No more laughing no more doing anything for myself, and never ever kissing you again The last reminiscence I write about is the night you and I the milk train on and off into the night to the other side of the ding-dong gong by the passing the breakfast waiter in the corridor This was my wake-up call my love, you said, "Please love me", but I dreamed we went to live in Beaufort West Choir: I couldn't sleep anymore.. not laugh anymore, no more doing anything for each other and never ever kissing you again. I couldn't sleep anymore. Not laugh anymore.. No more (being) able to do something right for myself and never ever kiss you again.. THIS IS A QUICK TRANSLATION, SOME WORDS CANNOT BE TRANSLATED TO HAVE THE SAME MEANING AS ALSO WITH SOME TENSES AS WELL)
You were Beautiful in Beaufort West, and I was so terribly in love with you, and loved you so so terribly, and you and I have on graves and on trains and Ford Fairlane's rear seats (kissed and more). And now you and your husband are both computer analyst, last winter, you tried to cut both of your wrists and now you write to me Choir: You can't sleep anymore. You can't laugh anymore, you don't do anything for yourself anymore and never ever kiss me again. Nice, nice, nice were your words too while smoking Menthol cigarettes, and all those sweet, sweet things you said to me while you're lying sweat sweat in my arms. And I forget the exact words, I only remember the smoke and the sweat in Beaufort West and your bare body under a cool summer cotton dress Choir: No more sleep. No more laughing, don't do anything for yourself anymore and never ever kiss me again And maybe it's like a story from the Huisgenoot (You magazine-Afrikaans version- Huisgenoot), but one night you suddenly pushed me away and I looked at your face in the rearview mirror and said maybe I should look happier and that night I could not fall asleep I felt my heart being torn loose from my body and floating down the river like a rowboat Choir: I couldn't sleep anymore. No more laughing no more doing anything for myself, and never ever kissing you again The last reminiscence I write about is the night you and I the milk train on and off into the night to the other side of the ding-dong gong by the passing the breakfast waiter in the corridor This was my wake-up call my love, you said, "Please love me", but I dreamed we went to live in Beaufort West Choir: I couldn't sleep anymore.. not laugh anymore, no more doing anything for each other and never ever kissing you again. I couldn't sleep anymore. Not laugh anymore.. No more (being) able to do something right for myself and never ever kiss you again.. THIS IS A QUICK TRANSLATION, SOME WORDS CANNOT BE TRANSLATED TO HAVE THE SAME MEANING AS ALSO WITH SOME TENSES AS WELL)
Ah Theuns Jordaan - special place in my heart for this song - 1. Dancing with a girl friend who has now passed as well ... and 2. This helped me get through one of the worst heart aches in my life - it helped me cry, a LOT. want ek sou hom nooit ooit weer soen nie - didn't think I would, but I survived !!! Dankie Theuns en ook vir jou Gert Vlok Nel - wie die liedjie geskryf het
Elke × geniet ik weer van Theuns muzikaliteit. Ik zoek je boven in de Hemel op Theuns. Je hebt voor veel mensen een ontspannende avond gezorgd. Mijn Vader is ook jong overleden, moet muzikaal zijn geweest, want zijn 5 kinderen waren/zijn alle 5 muzikaal Hinke Dijkstra
Jis, dis baie diep en ongelooflik mooi! Dankie Theuns dat jy hierdie met ons gedeel het onder die sterk Apartheids regering se tye! Jy was werklik 'n baanbreker en leier in nuwe, vars denke!!
Ek heti par dae in di dorp gewerk in di selle tyd wat di song uitgekom het. Man en ons het gekuier by so klein kuier plekkie. Dis bja jare terug maar ek sal dt nooit vergeet ni. Di is my.legend
lieber theuns, mein herz ist sehr traurig, deine stimme,deine ausstrahlung, einfach einmalig, es fehlt mir. ich bin ein mann von über 70 jahren, habe selbst 42 jahre musik gemacht, du warst einmalig. ich danke dir, viele musikalische grüße an dich, egal wo du jetzt rumfliegst, herzlichst aus horn bad meinberg, reijo.
Het my hart uit gehuil terwyl ek na jou begrafines gekyk het. Elke woord was met soveel respek gesê. Jou pa het my vreeslik laat thank. Rus sag groot stem. Jy leef in ons hart.
Hy het, en sal seker ooit die mooiste stem hê. Ek kan sy musiek oor en oor en oor luister sonder om moeg te word daarvoor nie. Theuns jou musiek leef voort al is jy nie meer met ons nie.
Well sang by Theuns Jordaan and the instruments are well chosen. He is certainly one of the top singers around and I wish you a speedy recovery Theuns.
As you know he passed. OK he was good.. he died ..unfortunately all the Afrikaans singers or bands' go the same way and or disappear. See a great local group as in 'Die Dolfyne' ..Tune tune baboon or another song they 'made' video..then suddenly gone..not died just ..gone..
Aai ou Theuns.. Die Liewe Jesus het jou kla geleen vir ons. Dankie vir die tyd wat jy hier was en jou Talente met ons gedeel het. #legend #singingwithangels
R. I. P. THEUNS,lásko mého srdce, písně a Tvůj sametový hlas mi zní denně v mém domě, zamilovala jsem i Vaši řeč, vše mi proniká, zilami, ať náruč Boží, Tě láskou hyčka a světlo věcné, ať Ti svítí na věky, navždy zůstává v mém srdci 💋 💖💝💘❤️💞🎸🎶🎧🎤🎹🌈🌌🌞
Lekker sensuele liedjie en tegelyk tong-in-die-kies. Met die bekfluitjie wat agter die roeibootjie in die rivier af draal. Soos met die Styx langs. Lekker diep. Perfek eintlik.
