Vertaling van: Acda en de Munnik - Drie Keer Vallen

I stroll past the houses and whistle softly
Hands in my pockets summer night
Above me the stars and the moon
In front of me the few blocks to go

And everything is great
And I'm just going home

And everything is great
Fall three times, fall three times
Fall three times, and I'm home
Fall three times, and I'm home
Fall three times, and I'm home

And all of a sudden it comes to mind
That only there life swings
And at my place, wouldn't know
How my own doorbell sounds But fall three times, and I'm home

I am not unhappy
That's how life is sometimes meant to be
Happiness can only grow
If you also feel the sadness

And maybe that's a truth
I think, whistling and guessing
And maybe it isn't
And I don't care either

Fall three times, and I'm home
Fall three times, and I'm home
Fall three times, and I'm home
Fall three times, and I'm home