Vertaling van: Blof - Dat Wij Dat Zijn

You see them walk?
Over there
They seem to be happy and free
They greet us joyful, like they know us
But they just see us for the first and the last time
They continue walking the road, they've already passed us by
And we really want to be them

We all dream of the other ones
We all dream that we are like them
We all dream of the wild hands
We dream then that they're ours

They turn and turn
Around each other
Love, amorousness, what is it?
Their arms entangled under her jacket
It must be warm, moist and soft there
And we really want to be them We all dream of the other ones
We all dream that we are like them
We all dream of the wild hands
We dream then that they're ours

So let's pretend
Like we're walking over there
The sky breaks open
For the very last time
And we fantasise ourselves
Into there...

We all dream of the other ones
We all dream that we are like them
We all dream of the wild hands
We dream then that they're ours