De paterkesdans and Zwarte Liza (Antwerps to English)

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    DE PATERKESDANS

    kging overletst is nor d'abdij voor nen halve bak trappist
    den abt die kwan derstond derbij en hij vroeg "awel, wa dist"
    " gij ze ne ferme vent meneer, komt gij is efkes mee"
    ent was in de kapel datem ineens da veurstel dee
    zeg wildis

    danse me de paterkes, danse in d'abdoa
    danse me de paterkes vana ien a twie a droa

    'k riep direct m'n vrinde bij en we ginge der oep retrait
    twas ni veur de bezinning nee, twas ni veur het gebed
    twas oek ni veur de stilte en de rust in die abdoa
    twas veur mee pis te brouwe in die brouweroa
    twas veur te

    danse me de paterkes, danse in d'abdoa
    danse me de paterkes vana ien a twie a droa

    de rust van dees abdoa weurt doer nixke ni verstoerd
    ne zucht, nen hoest, ne vloek, ne scheet weurt zelden ier gehoerd
    mor af en toe ist speeltijd en dan rinkelt er een bel
    dan kome we allemaal soame dicht bijeen in de kapel
    dan gon we

    danse me de paterkes, danse in d'abdoa
    danse me de paterkes vana ien a twie a droa

    ik ston ier in de brouwerij me een stuk in mijne frak
    de kees die'k fabriceer doar kunde goe van nort gemak
    'ktrek elke dag ont klokkespel
    en ik, ik mediteer
    t'is enkel me de speeltijd da dem oek is wa presteert
    dan kan ik

    danse me de paterkes, danse in d'abdoa
    danse me de paterkes vana ien a twie a droa

    het belleke klinkt mor ene kier en woa zen al present
    woa vinde onze draai ier lak een fleutje van een cent
    den abt klopt in z'n hande, ene woa ston oep een rij
    we stampe ons sandale uit ene weg vliegt onze pij
    want wij gon

    danse me de paterkes, danse in d'abdoa
    danse me de paterkes vana ien a twie a droa
    hop hop hophophop
    hop hop hophophop
    danse me de paterkes, danse in d'abdoa
    danse me de paterkes vana ien a twie a droa
    hop hop hophophop
    hop hop hophophop
    hop hop hophophop
    hop hop hophophop

    ZWARTE LIZA

    vlakbij de kaai staan veel ou kafeekes
    smerig en vuil , bouwvallig en vies
    achter die vensters, d'r zitten kadeekes
    en een van die gastjes die heet zwarte Lies

    Zwarte Liza is een travestiet
    maar niemand, nee niemand, die daar iet van ziet
    Zwarte Liza is een travestiet
    maar niemand, nee niemand die daar iet van ziet

    dat had em ineens oep nen avond gekregen
    want vroeger dan was em lak ik en lak gij
    of anders dan had em dat altijd verzwegen
    en was em dien avond de wanhoop nabij

    Zwarte Liza is een travestiet
    maar niemand, nee niemand, die daar iet van ziet
    Zwarte Liza is een travestiet
    maar niemand, nee niemand die daar iet van ziet

    ze kreeg nog ne klent, maar da was ne rare
    want die vond de klepel, zij was ne menier
    ze zei da's toch nikske, maar hij had bezwaren
    hij pakte zijn mes, en zij had niks ni meer

    Zwarte Liza was een travestiet
    maar niemand, nee niemand, die haar ooit nog ziet
    Zwarte Liza was een travestiet
    maar niemand, nee niemand heeft voor haar geschreeuwd
     
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    the first one:

    Dance of the priests

    I just went to the abbey to buy half a crate of trappist (beer)
    The abbot promptly came to me and asked
    ‘So, what’s up?’
    ‘you are a strong guy, mister, come with me for a moment’
    And it was in the chapel that he suddenly made that proposition
    'Hey, would you like to dance with the priests, dance in the abbey
    Dance with the priests, like one two three'

    I immediately called my friends and we went into retreat there
    not to reflect, no not to pray
    not for the silence and the peace in that abbey
    but to brew pee in that brewery

    to dance with the priests, dance in the abbey
    Dance with the priests, like one two three

    The peace in this abbey isn’t disturbed by anything
    A sigh, a cough, a curse, a fart can hardly ever be heard here
    But every now and then it’s time to play and than a bell sounds
    and we all come close together in the chapel and then we will

    dance with the priests, dance in the abbey
    Dance with the priests, like one two three

    I was standing here in the brewery, in a drunken fit
    The cheese they produce here make you go to the toilet
    Each day I ring the chimes
    And I, I meditate
    It’s only at playtime that he can achieve something as well
    Then I can

    dance with the priests, dance in the abbey
    Dance with the priests, like one two three

    They only have to ring the bell once, and we’re all there
    We fit in pretty well here
    The abbot claps his hands, and we all line up
    We take of our sandals and our habit
    Cause we are going to

    dance with the priests, dance in the abbey
    Dance with the priests, like one two three
    Go go go …
    dance with the priests, dance in the abbey
    Dance with the priests, like one two three
     
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    the second:

    Black Liza

    Close to the quay there are many old bars
    Dirty, shaggy and old
    Behind the windows are prostitutes
    And one of those girls is called black Liza

    Black Liza is a travestite
    But no one, no no one, can tell
    Black Liza is a travestite
    But no one, no no one, can tell

    That just gotten into him one night
    Cause before he was just like you and me
    Or maybe he kept it quiet all that time
    And he just got desperate that night

    Black Liza is a travestite
    But no one, no no one, can tell
    Black Liza is a travestite
    But no one, no no one, can tell

    She got a customer, but the guy was a weirdo
    Cause when he found out that she was a mister
    She said: it’s no big deal, but he objected
    He took his knife and then she had nothing left

    Black Liza was a travestite
    But no one, no no one ever sees her anymore
    Black Liza was a travestite
    But no one, no no one ever cried out for her
     
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    Thank you very much for the translations! Are there any double senses in the lyrics? Are they politically incorrect? And finally, how do you know that "kadeekes" mean "prostitutes"?
     
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    no double senses as far as I can tell. The first song really depicts what belgians see as positive about an abbey: cheese and beer if you get the chance to try the Trappist, I would recommend it =)
    Although Katastroof is known for it's vulgar lyrics, I wouldn't say either of these are politically incorrect. of course it's a controversial subject (the second song) and it has a tragic ending, so it's not that superficial. I couldn't find an mp3 to listen to its tone, but from the lyrics I would say it's not too serious.
    I have actually been doubting how to translate 'Kadee' for you. literally it is something you would say jokingly to a naughty child but with a positive conotation, like rascal, but since it definitly refers to prostitutes in this case (because of the reference to the windows and the rest of the context) I didn't want to confuse you.