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"De onbesproken stilte heerst luider dan de oorverdovende mening."

Whistle

I threw a penny in a wishing well
with a wish to bring you near
looking down in the deep
wishing you where here

I was holding a clover in my hand
Can't remember if it were three or four
you've got no eyes in your back
So I ran off looking for more

I stole the shoes of a horse
hoping those footsteps made you return to me
but it got wild and angry
now because of those shoes I cannot see

I ran through thirteen forests
across meadows, mountains and seas
Even though storms used to pass
I cannot feel a single breeze
Still searching,
hoping to find the luck I used to own
Cause ever since I learned your name
I hate it to be alone.

That drinking song!

Play the fiddle, and whistle all day long.
Dance and jump to every drinking song!
Bottoms up, to every man's call!
Take a long walk home
without a single fall.
Tomorrow we must be away
Rise up early to see the break of day
Scramble together all your courage and heart
to the beginning of a new story
The beginning of a new part

An adventure lies ahead
Facing danger,
when our return is not certain yet
But when we do, we'll play the fiddle
And we'll whistle like before
Go out and drink
Knock on every door!
Until again we must away
Pack our things and walk
to a possible dismay.
Even though our road is long
packing a small hope of return
We'll continue to sing our drinking song.

A bitter man's heart

I used to have a purpose
I used to have a rhyme
back when I was running away
Guess I changed with time.
I used to have a garden
flooded with flowers and trees
now they're all rotten
No more birds and no more bees
I used to have a purpose
And some love that I could share
But now I'm so bittered
that I don't even care.