Het Kleine Café Aan de Haven

The evening sun falls over streets and squares,
the golden sun sets in the city
And people who are tired disappear into their houses,
they've had another day
The neon signs winking along the windows,
the drizzle softly falling on the street
The city seems dead yet music can be heard,
from a door that's still wide open

There in that little bar by the harbor
There the people are equal and content
There in that little bar by the harbor
Your money or who you are doesn't matter anymore

The bar is made of copper yet there's no carpet,
the soccer team's scarf hangs on the wall
The cash register makes more noise than the jukebox,
a beer is not expensive there
A person is a person there rich or poor, it's warm there,
no sir or madam but W.C.
But the glass is washed in the clearest water,
yes, it's a very good bar there

There in that little bar by the harbor
There the people are equal and content
There in that little bar by the harbor
Your money or who you are doesn't matter anymore

World problems are solved between two glasses of beer forever
On the edge of a beer coaster is your bill,
or you're in debt
The only food you can get there,
is a hard-boiled egg
The people there are simply happy,
yes, the people there are still happy

There in that little bar by the harbor
There the people are equal and content
There in that little bar by the harbor
Your money or who you are doesn't matter anymore

There in that little bar by the harbor
There the people are equal and content
There in that little bar by the harbor
Your money or who you are doesn't matter anymore