Post by keesvanderlaak on Feb 24, 2012 21:34:01 GMT -4
Just wanted to share with you these very nice lyrics of a dutch song
here my free translation of the song.
A full ashtray, empty glasses
Staring at me from the bar
You've just left your stool
I do not even see you go away
I tip the bartender: Fill the glasses
And yet think: You come shortly
People laugh, people are talking
People look past me
Someone asks me for a match
I'm shocked at, in my absence
I look at him and laugh a little
I lost her
IS THIS THEN END OF THE FESTIVAL
SOMETIMES YOU WILL THEN CLAIM THAT THERE NEVER WAS SOMETHING
BUT WHAT YOU'VE NEVER HAD, YOU'LL NEVER LOOSE
DEFINIT PASSED TIME.
The streets wet, abandoned city
I walk the same road on my own
I know you've have walked here too
But If I only knew where
The last glimmer of hope evaporates
If I walk into the room
Your head not on the pillow
Seems the bed again too large
I hear noises from the street
The door falls into the lock
Is this the end?
IS THIS THEN END OF THE FESTIVAL
SOMETIMES YOU WILL THEN CLAIM THAT THERE NEVER WAS SOMETHING
BUT WHAT YOU'VE NEVER HAD, YOU'LL NEVER LOOSE
DEFINIT PASSED TIME.
Searching for the right words
The walls come up to me
Have I really lost you ?
Am I really back and forth again?
Searching for the right words
For a feeling that I do not know
Without you I'm lost
I can not remember who I am
here my free translation of the song.
A full ashtray, empty glasses
Staring at me from the bar
You've just left your stool
I do not even see you go away
I tip the bartender: Fill the glasses
And yet think: You come shortly
People laugh, people are talking
People look past me
Someone asks me for a match
I'm shocked at, in my absence
I look at him and laugh a little
I lost her
IS THIS THEN END OF THE FESTIVAL
SOMETIMES YOU WILL THEN CLAIM THAT THERE NEVER WAS SOMETHING
BUT WHAT YOU'VE NEVER HAD, YOU'LL NEVER LOOSE
DEFINIT PASSED TIME.
The streets wet, abandoned city
I walk the same road on my own
I know you've have walked here too
But If I only knew where
The last glimmer of hope evaporates
If I walk into the room
Your head not on the pillow
Seems the bed again too large
I hear noises from the street
The door falls into the lock
Is this the end?
IS THIS THEN END OF THE FESTIVAL
SOMETIMES YOU WILL THEN CLAIM THAT THERE NEVER WAS SOMETHING
BUT WHAT YOU'VE NEVER HAD, YOU'LL NEVER LOOSE
DEFINIT PASSED TIME.
Searching for the right words
The walls come up to me
Have I really lost you ?
Am I really back and forth again?
Searching for the right words
For a feeling that I do not know
Without you I'm lost
I can not remember who I am
just kiddin
