Vertaling van: Marco Borsato - Geen Toeval

I'm not superstitious
Horoscopes mean nothing to me
Life is an open question for me
On Friday the 13th
I get on the bike smiling
And I can't see beyond today

But I can't get my head around it
This is proof from above

Because it can't be a coincidence
That you're lying next to me
With your arms around me
And your eyes closed
It can't be a coincidence
That you're lying next to me
Although the chance of predestination is small
This is too good to be true I don't do mascots
And I'm not clairvoyant
Although there is hardly anything wrong with my eyes
No mortal predicts
If I'll see the morning light
So I hold on to that which is tangible

But I can't get my head around it
This is proof from above

Because it can't be a coincidence
That you're lying next to me
With your arms around me
And your eyes closed
it can't be a coincidence
That you're lying next to me
Although the chance of predestination is small
This is too good to be true