Doel-taal: Engels
A fresh ripe red apple
appears in front of my eyes
whenever you come into my mind
maybe you're snow white.
If so, this is different, the outside is crystal
A timid tear drop lies on top
There’s a sweet comfort trapped inside
The reason being you bit the toffee apple.
Again, fragile like always
This apple that you hide in your heart
It’s all held in a handful of love
The Toffee apple is the love you have torn.
****************
The waiting room was supposed to be quiet
where was the chronic like pain inside your heart?
The grief that had made a home in your ribs
suddenly emptiness fills immediately
pure pain kills because the patient should bleed
On the hospital walls a place has been made
Like the lonesome framed nurse,
‘Shut up!’ you say to me only ‘Shut up!’
Nevertheless I am loosing blood
Despite the unbearable pain I have suffered
While trying to express my love to you
Favoriete vertalingen
