A hat on my head
My collar stands up
It's ice cold here
But thankfully dry
The days here are short
The night begins early
The people are stiff
And there is only one pub
When I walk to my hotel
After a dark day
Then I feel my house key
Deep in my pocket
I walk alone here
In a too quiet city
I have actually never been bothered
By homesickness
But the people they sleep
The world is closing
And then I think of Brabant
Because there the light is still on
Here I miss the warmth
Of the town cafe
The contact with people
With a soft G 1
I even miss the whining
About everything for nothing
If only they were of Brabant
So proud as a Frisian 2
In the south full of sun
I live together with you
It is because of this that I so
Love Brabanders 3
I walk alone here
In a too quiet city
I have actually never been bothered
By homesickness
But the people they sleep
The world is closing
And then I think of Brabant
Because there the light is still on
The Peel and the Kempen 4
And the Meierij 5
But the most beautiful of Brabant
Is you, that is you
I walk alone here
In a too quiet city
I have actually never been bothered
By homesickness
But the people they sleep
The world is closing
And then I think of Brabant
Because there the light is still on
I walk alone here
In a too quiet city
I have actually never been bothered
By homesickness
But the people they sleep
The world is closing
And then I think of Brabant
Because there the light is still on
And then I think of Brabant
Because there the light is still on
And then I think of Brabant
Because there the light is still on
1. In reference to the speech pattern of people from Brabant.2. A person from Frisia.3. A person from Brabant.4. Parts of Brabant.5. Part of Brabant.