Vertaling van: De Dijk - Als Het Golft

When it’s waving, it waves good
Not to stop, not to steer
It takes days, it takes hours

When it’s waving, it waves good
Not to stop, not to steer
It takes days, it takes hours
When it’s waving, it waves good

On the most beautiful summer evening
With the sun setting
The last glass in the hand
Nobody knows how it started

On the unwrinkled plain
Of a stainless existence
It suddenly can blow
Even if you don’t want it

When it’s waving, it waves good
Not to stop, not to steer
It takes days, it takes hours
When it’s waving, it waves good In the lee of the emptiness
In the basement of the pub
Where barrels are quietly waiting
Everyone has enough

On the dance floor of live
With a tango ahead
It suddenly can storm fiercely
Even when no one asked for it

When it’s waving, it waves good
Not to stop, not to steer
It takes days, it takes hours
When it’s waving, it waves good

When the fields are flooded
And the holes don't close
Nobody would believe it
Tomorrow it will be light again

When it’s waving, it waves good
Not to stop, not to steer
It takes days, it takes hours
When it’s waving, it waves good