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					 Mijn hart                                                                                        My
heart 
Slaat                                                                                                 pounds 
Het ritme                                                                                        the
rythme 
De basdrum                                                                                  the
bassdrum 
In mijn
hoofd                                                                                in
my head 
Razen de
woorden                                                                     words
ramble 
Die ik
zingen wil                                                                           Im
longing to sing 
Maar het
ontbreekt                                                                   I
lack 
Mij aan een
lead-gitaar                                                            a
lead-guitare 
Om er
muziek van te maken                                                  to
turn this into music 
Die idereen
kan smaken                                                          loved
by all 
  
Ik behandelde
mijn gitaar                                                       I
treated my guitare 
Als een
echte rock-ster                                                            as
a real rock-star 
Misschien rockte
ik te hard                                                     maybe
I rocked it to hard 
Toen ik het
ding                                                                           when
I smashed it 
Aan diggelen
smeet                                                                   to
bits 
Op de
podiumplanken                                                              on
stage 
En genoot
van de schervenpracht                                       and
enjoyed the shattershower 
  
Ik
behandelde mijn gitaar                                                       I
treated my guitare 
Als een
echte rocker                                                                 as
a real rock-star 
Misschien liep
ik te hard van stapel                                     maybe
I went a little nuts 
Toen ik het
ding                                                                           when
I poored 
Met benzine
overgoot                                                             benzine
all over it 
En de
vlammen liet likken                                                       and
let the flames lick 
Aan de
snaren                                                                              the
strings 
Van mn hart                                                                                 of
my heart 
  
Ik
behandelde mijn gitaar                                                       I
treated my guitar 
Als eenmalig
wonder                                                                as
a one hit wonder 
En keilde                                                                                         and
swung it 
Na een
snoeiharde solo                                                           after
its howling cries 
Het ding                                                                                          into
the squeeling croud 
t keelende publiek in                                                               where
fans fought over it 
Waar fans
er om streden                                                         and
chopped away 
En mn
achiliespees oversneden                                          at
my achilles heel 
					 17-07-2011 om 19:09 
geschreven door Björn Lefevre
   
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