My verses stand gawping a bit I never get used to this They lived here long enough Enough!
I send them out of the house I don't wanna wait Until their toes are cold Enough!
I wanna hear the humming of the sun Or that of my heart, Hardening Enough!
They don't screw classically They babble commonly And bluster nobly Enough! Enough!
In winter their lips leap In spring they lie flat at the first warmth They ruin my summer And in autumn it's girls and a broken heart
For another twelve lines on this sheet I'll hold my hand over their head And then I'll kick them out Enough!
Go and pester elsewhere, one-cent rhymes Find somebody who cares Enough!
Go now on your high feet This is where the graves laugh When they see their guests Enough!
One corpse on top of the other Go now and stagger to her Whom I do not know Enough! Enough!
In winter their lips leap In spring they lie flat at the first warmth They ruin my summer And in autumn it's girls and a broken heart
Compositores: Bert Ward Frans Ostyn, Renaud Ghilbert, Jakob Dorus O Nachtergaele, Jan Robert Marleen Duthoy, Sergej Luc Erna Van Bouwel, Hugo Claus ECAD: Obra #7042496