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

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