Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger,
Es de klanke van de aovendklok weer juub'lend es muziek euver os Limburgs lendje goan dan veule veer os riek En door de aovendzon besjtroald kniele keenjer
Waar in 't bronsgroen eikenhout 't nachtegaaltje zingt over' t malsche korenveld, 't lied des leeuw' riks klinkt: waar de hoorn des herders schalt langs
'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone. All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. No flow'r of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect
Why ever should it be That men at once make love to me? When they are near me, There they stand. Their eyes look deep in mine. They always kiss my hand
De avondzon valt over straten en pleinen De gouden zon zakt in de stad En mensen die moe in hun huizen verdwijnen Ze hebben de dag weer gehad. De neonreclame
Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue, And the dreams that