Vertaling van: Jochem Myjer - Het Maakt Niet Uit

It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter anymore (2x)
Even if you fly on a broomstick, paint all your hair yellow
Are your legs black haired, do you suffer from a stubbly beard

It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter anymore
Even if you grow garlic in your mouth, stagger like a walrus
Do you never understand a Belgian joke, you eat the pus of your pimples It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter
'Cause your love makes me deaf and blind, so I never find something disturbing with you

It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter anymore
So let your flatus go in bed, float around in a pot with grease
Play cd´s by BZN, or kiss Willibrord Frequin
(imitating Willibrord Frequin:) "What's this? Huh? Hey, don't touch me, huh!
There's absolutely not necessary, and from my camera crew, goddamn. Huh!"

It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter anymore
So just become a Mike Boddé fan, or Onno Innemee fan
Burp the whole alphabet, or go to bed with Theo van Gogh

It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter anymore
But don't leave me, never leave me
Or shave for my part your head, or walk with a Oilily scarf
It doesn't matter, but don't leave me
Never leave me, don't leave me