Usted buscó: bbz ek is moeg dit was i lang dag (Afrikaans - Inglés)

ek is moeg
ek is moeg

ek is moeg.
- i get tired.

ek is bly dit was net 'n droom
i am happy it was just a dream

ek is moeg vir die kak
im tired of these shit

ek is moeg, van nagskof
from night shift to weekend off

ek is moeg, ek is moeg.
i'm tired, i get tired.

ek is moeg vir jou gekhede.
no, really, have done with your pranks

ek is moeg, ek wil huistoe gaan
i'm tired, i have to get home.

ek is moeg, môre sal ek nog moeg wees
already tired for tomorrow

ek is moeg om my kamer skoon te maak
the farmer uses cows to plough

dreyman, ek is bly jy werk met sulke regiseurs, dit was nie altyd so nie
dreyman, i'm glad you're working with such directors. it wasn't always so.

wens ek kan slap en nooit wakker word nie, want ek is moeg
no, i'm not tiredh

julle nuwemane en julle feestye haat my siel; hulle is my 'n oorlas. ek is moeg om dit te dra.
your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; i am weary to bear them.

ek is moeg van my gesug; elke nag laat ek my bed swem; ek deurweek my bed met my trane.
mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

toe sê esau vir jakob: laat my tog sluk van die rooigoed daar, want ek is moeg. daarom het hulle hom edom genoem.
and esau said to jacob, feed me, i pray thee, with that same red pottage; for i am faint: therefore was his name called edom.

jy sê: wee my tog, want die here het kommer aan my smart toegevoeg; ek is moeg van my gesug en vind geen rus nie!
thou didst say, woe is me now! for the lord hath added grief to my sorrow; i fainted in my sighing, and i find no rest.

jy het my verwerp, spreek die here, jy het ál agteruitgegaan; daarom strek ek my hand teen jou uit en verwoes jou; ek is moeg om berou te hê.
thou hast forsaken me, saith the lord, thou art gone backward: therefore will i stretch out my hand against thee, and destroy thee; i am weary with repenting.

die persoon wat my gehelp het om in my self te glo dat ek dit kan maak ek is desperaat n lewe met sokker dit was my oom wat my gehelp het en hy het my ook opgelei deur saam met hulle sokker te speel en my oom se vriend hy het 'n span vir min seuns, so ek is desperaat om in daardie span te kom sodat ek ver kan kom met my lewe in sokker
the person who have helped me believe in my self that i can make it in football was my uncle and my uncle's friend have a football team for little boy am desperate n life with football it was my uncle who have helped me and he also trained me by playing soccer with them and my uncle's friend he has a team for little boys so i am desperate to get in that team so i can get far with my life in football

ek is hier om vir jou 'n storie te vertel, oor my opwindende dag by die skool. dit was omtrent atletiekdag by my nuwe skool en die naam van die skool is lime acres primêre skool. dit was my eerste keer dat ek deelgeneem het en ek was baie gelukkig,ons was in twee groepe verdeel,
l am here to tell you a story, about my exciting day at school.it was about athletics day at my new school and the name of the school is lime acres primary school.it was my first time participating and i was very happy,we were divided into two groups and i was on team duiker

hallo, my naam is maseeha bhanot en ek is die hoofvlugbediende van vlug 737 air india express. waar het dit alles begin? wel, dit is waarvoor ek wil weet. sien, ons was almal gereed en gereed om op te styg, en net toe ons deure begin beveilig, het my ergste nagmerrie 'n werklikheid geword. ek het hard geswoeg aan die pyn in my keel, dit was 'n kaping. verdwaalde koeëls het oral gevlieg en voor ons dit besef het, was ons almal ses, pakistanse terroriste, bloedlustig. ons het nie
hi , my name is maseeha bhanot and i am the head flight attendant of flight 737 air india express. where did it all start? well that’s what i want to know to. see , we were all set and ready to take off and just when we started securing doors that was when my worst nightmare became a reality. i gulped hard wincing at the pain in my throat, it was a hijack. stray bullets flew everywhere and before we knew it we were all at gunpoint by six, ravenous for blood, pakistani terrorists. we didn’t