Vertaling van: Marco Borsato - Dochters
Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
I'm hearing a voice asking me very softly
Are you already awake, dad?
Are you coming snugly downstairs?
Do you have to work later on or are you free today?
And will you then go out with me for a little while?
Ohhh, how time goes fast
Only yesterday I saw her for the first time, she was laying here in my arms
She is so beautiful and how time is looking so good on her
I blink my eyes and see how she's changed a little everytime
But no matter how grown up she might be
In my eyes she will always remain little
Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
I'm hearing the front door opening very quietly
And I fall asleep in peace, she is home
I prefered to pick her up myself, but she has asked me not to stand there
In the meantime she knows the way home
Ohhh, how time goes fast
Only yesterday I saw her for the first time, she was laying here in my arms
She is so beautiful and how time is looking so good on her
I blink my eyes and see how she's changed a little everytime
But no matter how grown up she might be
In my eyes she will always remain little
And sometimes, when I close my eyes for a little while
We walk together on the beach,
Her little hand in mine
And then, she stops time for a while
It is again like it used to be for a second
And she needs me again
I'm holding hold her
Like she was
I'm holding her
Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
She hears my voice waking her softly
Today it's your big day
Ohhh, how time goes fast
Only yesterday I saw her for the first time, she was laying here in my arms
She is so beautiful and how time is looking so good on her
I blink my eyes and see how she's changed a little everytime
But no matter how grown up she might be
In my eyes she will always remain little
I'm hearing a voice asking me very softly
Are you already awake, dad?
Are you coming snugly downstairs?
Do you have to work later on or are you free today?
And will you then go out with me for a little while?
Ohhh, how time goes fast
Only yesterday I saw her for the first time, she was laying here in my arms
She is so beautiful and how time is looking so good on her
I blink my eyes and see how she's changed a little everytime
But no matter how grown up she might be
In my eyes she will always remain little
Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
I'm hearing the front door opening very quietly
And I fall asleep in peace, she is home
I prefered to pick her up myself, but she has asked me not to stand there
In the meantime she knows the way home
Ohhh, how time goes fast
Only yesterday I saw her for the first time, she was laying here in my arms
She is so beautiful and how time is looking so good on her
I blink my eyes and see how she's changed a little everytime
But no matter how grown up she might be
In my eyes she will always remain little
And sometimes, when I close my eyes for a little while
We walk together on the beach,
Her little hand in mine
And then, she stops time for a while
It is again like it used to be for a second
And she needs me again
I'm holding hold her
Like she was
I'm holding her
Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
She hears my voice waking her softly
Today it's your big day
Ohhh, how time goes fast
Only yesterday I saw her for the first time, she was laying here in my arms
She is so beautiful and how time is looking so good on her
I blink my eyes and see how she's changed a little everytime
But no matter how grown up she might be
In my eyes she will always remain little