Vertaling van: Guus Meeuwis - Brabant

A cap on my head, my collar is up
It's freezing here, but fortunately it's dry
The days here are short, the night starts early
The people are rigid, and there's only one bar
As I walk to my hotel, after a dark day
Then I feel my latchkey, deep in my pocket

And I'm walking alone, here in a too quiet city
Actually I never was homesick
But the people, they're sleeping, the world is closing in
And then I think of Brabant, 'cause there's still a light on

I'm missing here the warmth of a village bar
The accent of people with a soft/zachte 'G'
I'm even missing the whining about everything, about nothing
I wish people were as proud as a Frisian of Brabant
In the south, full of sun, that's where I live with you
That's why I love Brabanders so

And I'm walking alone, here in a too quiet city
Actually I never was homesick
But the people, they're sleeping, the world is closing in
And then I think of Brabant, 'cause there's still a light on

De Peel and the Kempen and the Meierij
But the most beautiful thing in Brabant that's you, that's you
I'm walking alone in a too quiet city
I never was homesick
But the people, they're sleeping, the world is closing in
And then I think of Brabant, 'cause there's still a light on

And then I think of Brabant, 'cause there's still a light on

And then I think of Brabant, 'cause there's still a light on