De salty sea lets out a deep, briny sigh
Above the land, the warm air vibrates quietly
He! Someone flees sometimes unexpected but determined
Here, Alert fase two is barely notorious anymore
But they don't know and they sigh about what they hear and see
Here at the coast, the Zealandish coast
Where the people unconsciously feel like throwing mussle parties,
Not to speak about food. When they are wasted and satisfied
Then go to sleep calmly
Here at the coast, the Zealandish coast
Where everyone unconsciously
is adressed in German
Where the chain is broken
And all ships have been burned
But there is nothing going on
Vlissingen is breathing heavily and crestfallen tonight
the shipyard is deserted, because there is just one cargo
And it has to get shipped out in the dark
Remember the good times of purity and strength
But they don't know
and they sigh about what they hear and see.
Here at the coast, the Zealandish coast
Where the summer unconsciously
is massively enjoyed
And where wild and assiduously
everyone can do what they want
Until they are wasted and satisfied
Here at the coast, the Zealandish coast
Where the love and the lust
Will keep on losing again
Because she can never chose
Between good and not so bad
But that is how it goes
Here at the coast