Boven [English translation]

I have always known that without food

No-one can ever really be good

I have always suspected that who goes about his business*

Wages a war, but a miniature one

When it comes down to it

If there is fighting

On the sharp side of the knife

Then I think:

I lay under for a long time but without despair

Of waiting at nights that last forever

I have faith in my head and my hands

I'll come up soon**

I'll come up soon

I have always thought that the forces

That drive me must be mine

And I have always said that if you fight

You must not be afraid of blood and pain anymore

When it comes down to it

If there is fighting

On the sharp side of the knife

Then I think:

I lay under for a long time but without despair

Of waiting at nights that last forever

I have faith in my head and my hands

I'll come up soon

I'll come up soon

Know that every beggars' song can become a swan-song

If wild hordes** kick you like a dog

But the country never forces the bird

And the see never forces the lion

And no Zeelander's heart beats in their throat

But in the ground...

I'll come up soon...