Didn't looked for anymore
Window shoppers passed by,
It was left behind
In the alley of tomorrow

Didn't heard of anymore
Poem of a lost soldiers wife
(un)Written on the yellow paper
Stayed the words unspoken

Didn't tasted anymore
Two glasses of black wine
Still longing for the untouched lips
Ever making silent crystal music

Didn't feel for anymore
Naked women lying on their
Silkon moons - they were
Outlines of a wooden sculpture

Didn't smelled for anymore
Dust clouds cirkling on flowers
Fields of mist forever covering
The perfume of a woman's chest

Didn't wanted anymore
Paper, glasses, and all the other
Things
She cut her out.

We gingen uit
om elkaar te versieren

In 't café heb ik hem getooid
En hij heeft mij,
Heel behoedzaam,
Een ster
En hier en daar een slinger
omgedaan

Maar toen we dansten!
Gooiden we onze schoenen uit,
Stroopten we onze kleren af
En gingen we roekeloos naakt,
Alleen nog met onze versierde lichamen,
De koude nachtstraten op.

Onze liefde sprak
zonder woorden,
Een rozenkrans was
ons gebed,
Waar we gezamelijk
onze lichamen neerlagen

Terwijl parels
ons bedekte
Tegen de bleke adem
van zilveren mist
Kusten wij geruisloos
onze klanken weg

It's the day that ghost comes to life,
People tremble in fear and laughter,
When we confuse good for evil

We celebrate nothing but maskers
And sheets like white snow, we see no light
When we lit up screaming pumpkins

Mist of our ancestors make strings
With the past and the present, history
Is no such thing to exist in the midnight hour
When the fires keeps us warm in our houses

We do not dance anymore, or make the oxes
Run to fire, nor do we really face the danger
Of the dark hours that comes to us:
We laugh at the foolish white haired people.