Vertaling van: Acda en de Munnik - Brussel Moeten Heten

Sitting near the window
I'm looking at all that beautiful people
They're going out
They're going home
You don't know
As slowly as it rains
It doesn't matter to the lovers
Don't let anybody tell them that it pours
But the people that go alone
Hiding away in their jacket
The ones that go, because they have to be somewhere
They're coloring better to the song that's the barmaid 's playing
Quitly, like the sixth glass of wine
A woman stops in front of the window
Seems like she wants me to say something
It should be called Brussels here
I would be finally gone Sitting near the window
I'm looking at all that beautiful people
And now and then, they're looking back
But more often they don't
Inside, they're putting on their jackets
The glasses are empty
The people are standing
Twenty-one guilders, we're even
And I'm joining the people that leave alone
Hiding away in my jacket
No one is sleeping
The lonely one who smiles
I'm going to the left, because I got to go to the right
And we're not going home yet
I'm playing little Brussels tonight
There is a lady sitting behind the window
Seems like she wants me to say something
It should be called Brussels here
I would be finally gone then