Vertaling van: Blof - Opstand

On a stage in a whirlwind of light,
I melt,
Copy of the sun is shining right in my face,
Every decor changes, each curtain slides shut,
And every plank creaks harder,
Now it's closer to me

In my head, in my heart, in my city and in my country,
Grows an uprising of the heart and the mind,
In my head, in my heart, in the core and on the edge,
Grows an uprising of the heart and the mind

Am I known, or maybe a stranger,
I tremble,
When I realise that I have to show something
Voices are silent now, noises silence
And all my words get heavier
Now it comes closer to me In my head, in my heart, in my city and in my country,
Grows an uprising of the heart and the mind,
In my head, in my heart, in the core and on the edge,
Grows an uprising of the heart and the mind

No air, no vision, no question, no duty, no voice that whispers in your ear,
No care, no kiss, no word, no blow that you hear in the distance

Listen with me to the wind,
Be awake when it starts soon

In my head, in my heart, in my city and in my country,
Grows an uprising of the heart and the mind,
In my head, in my heart, in the core and on the edge,
Grows an uprising of the heart and the mind