Night, Moon and Zuid-West (South-West in Dutch).
Surf scented with salt.
Sand under my feet.
Above me the Southern Cross - I came back home.
Chorus:
Mom, do you hear the roar of the Southern seas?
Mom, do you see this tumultuous arrogance?
Mom, let me fall into a slumber as soon as possible -
My homeland is here!
Rain, lantern and an entrance,
The sky smells of winter.
Wet asphalt all around
And asbestos panels...
I came back home.
Chorus:
Mom, do you hear the whisper of the winter fields?
Mom, do you see this snowy slurry?
Mom, let me fall into a slumber as soon as possible -
My homeland is here!
My homeland is here...
Mom, do you hear the voices of blood of different origin?
Mom, do you see this stormy mix?
Mom, let me fall into a slumber as soon as possible -
My homeland is here!
My homeland is here...
(I came back home)