Steentje

The long-distance runner didn't make it
He had trained from here to Tokyo
but he had failed
The blunt sports reporter said
you didn't become a champion again
That's logical, said the runner then
It was a bit of bad luck
There was a pebble in my shoe

The empire builder had
made a mess of it
When he was accused of that
he reacted offended
He was that boy in class
who sometimes out of spite
Because there was laughter sometimes
Pulled a leg off a beetle
Because you rarely build an empire
By compromising
And he kept silent
About that pebble in his shoe

I wanted to be everything for you
even if necessary a real man
one made of one piece
that you can build a house on
One who can go straight ahead
Determined like a train
Where Richard Gere and Bruno Wyndaele
are paparazzi
But it was a bit of bad luck
I couldn't do much about it myself
But it was a bit of bad luck
I couldn't do much about it myself
But it was a bit of bad luck
There was a pebble in my shoe