MIJN HART SLAAPT NOOIT
1991 album by Henny Vrienten. Link to the album.
as old as the world
is the old song
it's about love
or lovesickness
everyone sings it
so I sing along
what else to sing about
I have no clue
and it is so simple
so simple
everyone can do it
everyone will do it
so simple
so simple
I think you're swell
it has all been sung
it has all been said
it can be explained better in a song
everything looks like everything else
and everything has been done
don't look for anything else
it comes down to this
so simple
so simple
everyone can do it
everyone will do it
so simple
so simple
I think you're swell
I think you're swell and can't go without (aaah)
but will this feeling ever pass?
then I'll have another reason for a song, there are three,
I want her, I have her, I lost her
so simple
so simple
everyone can do it
everyone will do it
so simple
so simple
I think you're swell
Hebban olla vogala nestas bigunnan hinase hic enda thu
Hebban olla vogala nestas bigunnan hinase hic enda thu
Hebban olla vogala nestas bigunnan hinase hic enda thu
Hebban olla vogala nestas bigunnan hinase hic enda thu*
* the 'Hebban Olla Vogala' has long been known as the first dutch sentence.
it is a little poem written by an 11th century monk. it means, roughly translated,
'all birds have started their nests except you and I, what are we waiting for?'
I know it
She knows it
it's over
I say nothing
and she does nothing
I keep playing pretend for her and
she for me
which one of us will be the first
who can no longer pretend?
which one of us will grab his suitcase
and say, 'well good luck honey, that was all'?
How long, how long, how long,
Does the beginning of the end take?
How long, how long, how long,
Will she still call me honey while she actually means
I might as well drop dead?
I might as well drop dead?
back then this was still bearable
everyone carried their part
back then we would still occasionally talk
now when we are together we're one too many
How long, how long, how long,
Does the beginning of the end take?
How long, how long, how long,
Will she still call me honey while she actually means
I might as well drop dead?
I might as well drop dead?
She wants me, she wants me,
she never wants to see me again
She can't, she can't
she can't bear to see me again
she sounded clear and certain: we are no longer 'us'
it's just you and me now
Where's the music? Where's the wine?
Where's the dancers?
Don't make me think, don't make me think
because thinking hurts
She won't, she won't
she won't let me go
She says nothing binds her to me anymore
and she is starting anew
Where's the music? Where's the wine?
Where's the dancers?
Don't make me think, don't make me think
because thinking hurts
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