Vertaling van: De Poema's - Zij Maakt Het Verschil
She is no medicine against the ticking of the clock
No hope, no guide, no harbor at night
No source in the desert, when you break down of thirst
Not a smile to your uttermost bad joke
She is no hit chorus, which sounds at the anchorage
Not the most expensive wine, you drink without a hangover
No flower garden in bloom , not one out of thousand nights
No reached out hand at the end of all my waiting
No, even more than I really want to admit
She makes the difference
She is no weak excuse for what I would like to have become
No dream, no purpose , no stick to hit with
No single guarantee for a long and happy life
She is not the answer to the question of our existence
Not the most beautiful symphony in the movie called "The Two Of Us"
Not the clean, cool bed that can take away my fevers
Not the rhythm of my heart, not the purest conscience
She didn't appear at the right moment
And I don't care about that Because even more than I really want to admit
She makes the difference
Between everything I had and how it started to come alive
What has been sketched with a pencil, can be drawn with colors
Between nothing going on
And experiencing everything
Between never and maybe, sometimes
And between me and us
So much singers so much words, and it must be all said
Bt whatever she tries, no comparison is correct
Maybe it's a bit simple
But all I want to hear (is)
She makes the difference
She makes the difference
Because she is not a good conversation , no one is waiting for
No flag what I'm fighting for , no advice for all my complaints
Not the very last way out, we didn't think of anymore
But even more than I really want to admit
She makes the difference
She makes the difference
No hope, no guide, no harbor at night
No source in the desert, when you break down of thirst
Not a smile to your uttermost bad joke
She is no hit chorus, which sounds at the anchorage
Not the most expensive wine, you drink without a hangover
No flower garden in bloom , not one out of thousand nights
No reached out hand at the end of all my waiting
No, even more than I really want to admit
She makes the difference
She is no weak excuse for what I would like to have become
No dream, no purpose , no stick to hit with
No single guarantee for a long and happy life
She is not the answer to the question of our existence
Not the most beautiful symphony in the movie called "The Two Of Us"
Not the clean, cool bed that can take away my fevers
Not the rhythm of my heart, not the purest conscience
She didn't appear at the right moment
And I don't care about that Because even more than I really want to admit
She makes the difference
Between everything I had and how it started to come alive
What has been sketched with a pencil, can be drawn with colors
Between nothing going on
And experiencing everything
Between never and maybe, sometimes
And between me and us
So much singers so much words, and it must be all said
Bt whatever she tries, no comparison is correct
Maybe it's a bit simple
But all I want to hear (is)
She makes the difference
She makes the difference
Because she is not a good conversation , no one is waiting for
No flag what I'm fighting for , no advice for all my complaints
Not the very last way out, we didn't think of anymore
But even more than I really want to admit
She makes the difference
She makes the difference