Het Dorp

'I have a village like any other
With its church and its tower
Its square with its noble-born folks
Its little cafés and its quirky characters
Its eternal drunks and its neighbors
Where everyone can still greet each other
Because everyone knows everyone
And where you’re never really safe
Oh, it’s a village like any other

It’s a village full of spite
It’s a village full of spite
Where they gossip about everyone
And where for show
In the eyes of the street, the good name
Is so easily tarnished, so much is done
You’re being watched
They follow your steps
They taste your words, they leer at your clothes
Watch out, good buddy, it’s gonna be a scandal
Oh, it’s a village like any other

It’s a village that makes you scared
When winter starts to creep in
The days grow cold
The sun hides away
In gray veils of rain and wind
Then the streets get so quiet
Then the shutters stay carefully closed
Then the old folks hush, death could come anytime
It gets so chilly there
You can smell the fear
Oh, it’s a village like any other

Still, it makes you a bit sad
When you’re away for a while
Because you’ve known so many good friends there
You had your hideout
You knew every alley
And you don’t forget that so easily

And when the sky suddenly tore open
And the sun appeared out of nowhere
Then everything changed
Then it became a celebration
With grand gestures from everyone’s friends
A bunch of happy people, a bunch of wild kids

Then it was a village like no other
Then it was a village like no other.