My father said
It's the north wind
That makes the dikes crack
In Scheveningen
̉ Scheveningen, little
So strong
That we no longer know who is sailing
The North Sea
Or the dykes
It's the north wind
Which pierces the eyes
br/>Men from the north
Young or old
To make people sing
Chimes of blue
Coming from the north
Deep in their eyes
My father said
It's the north wind
That turns your head
Around Bruges
Around Bruges, little
It's is the north wind
What has smoothed the earth
Around the towers
The towers of Bruges
And which makes our daughters
Have 'quiet gaze
Of old towns
Of old towns
Who makes our beauties
Have fragile hair
Of our lace
Of our lace
br/>My father said
It was the north wind
That made the earth crack
Between Zeebruges
Between Zeebruges, little one
It was the North wind
That made the earth crack
Between Zeebrugge and England
And London is no longer
As before the flood
The fist of Bruges
Tarring the sea
London is no more
Only the suburb of Bruges
Lost at sea
Lost at sea
But my father said
It is the north wind
Which will carry to the earth
My body without soul
And without anger re
It is the north wind
Which will carry to earth
My soulless body
Facing the sea
It is the north wind
Which will make me captain
Of a breakwater
Or of a whale
It is the north wind
Which will make me captain
br/>A tear breaker
For those I love

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