Paroles et traduction Flip Kowlier - September

September

Ge war m'n eerste liefde
Ep zomerkamp kwam ik u tegen
We skreven hele brieven
Uren hebn me in't ges geleegn
Met de zee
'T is toch raar
Mar ik drome nog van gie
Waarom da weetik ni
Miskien is 't pure nostalgie
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In het bos daar gingen we
Ge zat al uren op minne schoot
En van ol da piepern
Zat heel je bovenlippe rood
Oh zo rood
'T is toch raar
Mar ik drome nog van gie
Waarom da weetik ni
Miskien is 't pure nostalgie
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We bleven tope dat zeiden we
Gelijk wuk dat er gaat gebeuren
In de tente da vrijen me
Tot in de allervroegste uren
We gaan deur
'T is toch raar
Mar ik drome nog van gie
Waarom da weetik ni
Miskien is 't pure nostalgie
Allereerste lief
Mar ik drome nog van gie
Waarom da weetik ni
Miskien is 't pure nostalgie
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September

You were my first love
On the summer camp I met you
We wrote long letters
We spent hours talking on the phone
With the sea
It's strange
But I still dream of you
Why I don't know
Maybe it's pure nostalgia
First love
We used to go to the forest
You sat on my lap for hours
And from all the berries
Your whole upper lip was red
Oh so red
It's strange
But I still dream of you
Why I don't know
Maybe it's pure nostalgia
First love
We said we would stay together
Like we knew what would happen
In the tent we made love
Until the early hours of the morning
We walked through
It's strange
But I still dream of you
Why I don't know
Maybe it's pure nostalgia
First love
But I still dream of you
Why I don't know
Maybe it's pure nostalgia
First love