vrijdag 4 februari 2011

Hold me ...

Hold me,
put my head on your shoulders.
Hold me,
caress me gently through my hair.
Hold me,
Sometimes it's all to much
And being with you is everything that I want.

Sometimes just saying nothing
Just the two of us
away from everybody who is mean
And who wants to break this
But what we have is a Bonny and Clyde thing
Just Fuck it, I used to think
I think it's all fine
if your head is on my shoulder
because the love I have for you is like the love for my parents,
We have fun, but sometimes we fight.
Let the people talk because the know nothing about us
So don't think about it
though my raps are sturdy, you have a place in my heart.
It's special when I'm with you
because you're my biggest fan
because You know me so well I can't lie
caress me through my hair and call me the sweetest
I don't know what you're doing to me
You are more than a friend, more than thousand chicks
so everything is accomplished.
Hold me.

Taalles...

Het eerste ding dat mensen leren,
voor je 3 jaar oud bent, onthou je levenslang.
Om je grootste noden te formuleren,
zoals: ik heb honger ... ik hou van je ... ik ben bang.

Plots uit die zoete ontmoeting weggerukt.
Een hele nieuwe wereld ontdekt.
om oor en oor, onozel van geluk
toereikend ter verduidelijking: jij en ik.

Een maand daarna - want tijd brengt raad - hanteert
men de moeiteloos overwogen zin,
de voegwoorden van kunstig verweer
koos: daarentegen ... ondanks ... desalniettemin ...