Due to comments from some very Immature members, I am no longer allowing comments to be posted Automatically.(Friends are given this Privilege!!)I will read your comments before allowing them, asking you to edit it, or Banning you.Here is another song I thought I had posted earlier. However, I do not see it here so am posting it now.This is the eleventh song from KVK-2005(26). I hope that you enjoy this song as much as I do.This translation is compiled from those by Sarina and Amy.As Always, if you would like a Complete Text File copy of this (or any other translation that I have Collected), or would like to help translate More KVK songs, Please Contact Me.Here are the Very Basic English Lyrics.Hiemweetaart/Homesick Cake(Tarte)Gold and yellow, the sun, the sunWarm African sun Gold and yellow, the sun, the sunWarm African sun When the summer has pastAnd the streets are dark at nightWhen it's cold and it's rainingMy mother feels so badShe'll stand at the windowAnd say with a sighCome on guys, look at this weatherCan it be any worse this airWhere did the sun goI'm gonna travel after himWhat am I still doing hereI'm going back to AfricaBut fortunetly she stays with usHere in Holland where she belongsAnd when it gets too much for herShe gets Africa in the houseShe'll go to the kitchenAnd she bakes really fastIn less then an hourAfrican homesickness cakeAfrican homesick cakeAll of our house smells like summerFrom my mothers childhoodHomesickness cake with honeyAnd made with lots of loveJust let the wind blow outsideWe don't care anymoreInside it's pleasantly summer On the table the sun shinesGold and yellow, the sun, the sunWarm African sun When I feel sad sometimesAnd I don't know whyThen I think I'm homesickJust like mommy to the sunTo a summer in the southTo my mothers AfricaIf only I could flyThen I'd fly with the birdsMommy see's I'm lostAnd completely out of placeCome, we're gonna bake she saysAfrican homesickness cakeAfrican homesickness cakeAll of our house smells like summerFrom my mothers childhoodHomesick cake with honeyAnd made with lots of loveJust let the wind blow outsideWe don't care anymoreInside it's pleasantly summerOn the table the sun shinesAll of ourHouse smells like summerFrom my mothers childhoodHomesick Cake with honeyAnd made with lots of loveJust let theWind blow outsideWe don't care anymoreInside It's pleasantly summerOn the table the sun shinesGold and yellow, the sun, the sunWarm African sun Gold and yellow, the sun, the sunWarm African sun

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