Het Dorp [English translation]

At home I still have a postcard

Which has a church, a cart with a horse

a butcher called J. van der Ven

A pub, a lady on a bicycle

It probably doesn't tell you anything

But it's where I was born.

This village, I still remember how it was

The farmers' children in the class

A cart rattling on the cobblestones

The town hall with a pump in front

A sandy road through the corn

The cattle, the farms.

Chorus

And along the garden path of my father

I saw the tall trees standing

I was a child and didn't know better

Than that it would never end

They lived so simple back then

In simple houses between green

With farmers' flowers and a hedge

But apparantly they lived incorrect

The village was modernised

Now they are on the right track

Because see, how rich life is,

They see the television quiz

And live in concrete boxes

With quite a lot of glass, you can see

How the couch is standing at Mien

And her dresser with plastic roses

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And along the garden path of my father

I saw the tall trees standing

I was a child and didn't know better

Than that it would never end

The village youth sticked together

In miniskirts and with beatle-hair

Bawling along with beat-music

I know, it's their right to do so

The new time, just like you said

But it does make me somewhat melancholic

I have known their fathers

They bought licorice for a penny

I saw their mothers rope skipping

The village from that time, it is gone

This is everything that remained for me

A postcard and memories

Then along the garden path of my father

I still saw the tall trees standing

I was a child, how could I know

That it eventually would be gone