Vertaling van: Acda en de Munnik - Over en uit
Tomorrow morning
I'm on the road
I'll leave you, sweetheart
Say honestly
Did you expect that
I don't look back
It's over
I break free
I run free
Cut that knot!
Who would have thought that of me?
It's over, it's been
I am preparing for a new party
Although I once loved you the most
But that doesn't bother me now
You stretch your empty arms towards me meaninglessly
Over and out I see myself walking in the early light
Past houses with the shutters closed
A first smile on my face
And gone
Of course, I don't dream it out loud
I'm trained
I shut up
I know it stops again when I say it
It's over, it's been
I am preparing for a new party
Although I once loved you the most
But that doesn't bother me now
You stretch your empty arms towards me meaninglessly
Over and out
It's over with those wars about nothing
With that always last word
And then, another small sentence
It's over with every time your plans
For what do I know about it?
No idea, not even a beginning
Grant me this time now
That little bit of manly honour
And then I'll ask nothing from you anymore
Nothing from you
From you
From you
I'm on the road
I'll leave you, sweetheart
Say honestly
Did you expect that
I don't look back
It's over
I break free
I run free
Cut that knot!
Who would have thought that of me?
It's over, it's been
I am preparing for a new party
Although I once loved you the most
But that doesn't bother me now
You stretch your empty arms towards me meaninglessly
Over and out I see myself walking in the early light
Past houses with the shutters closed
A first smile on my face
And gone
Of course, I don't dream it out loud
I'm trained
I shut up
I know it stops again when I say it
It's over, it's been
I am preparing for a new party
Although I once loved you the most
But that doesn't bother me now
You stretch your empty arms towards me meaninglessly
Over and out
It's over with those wars about nothing
With that always last word
And then, another small sentence
It's over with every time your plans
For what do I know about it?
No idea, not even a beginning
Grant me this time now
That little bit of manly honour
And then I'll ask nothing from you anymore
Nothing from you
From you
From you