| Would the apple seeds | |
| inside my belly sprout and -- | |
| start to take root there? | |
| Zouden de pitjes | |
| van de appel in mijn buik -- | des Apfels in meinem Bauch -- |
| wortel gaan schieten? | jetzt Wurzeln schlagen? |
| Sometimes I'm gloomy, | |
| and life seems frighteningly -- | |
| meaningless to me. | |
| Soms ben ik somber, | , |
| lijkt alles beangstigend -- | kommt mir alles erschreckend -- |
| betekenisloos. | bedeutungslos vor. |
| The Secret House does | |
| exist, though invisible -- | |
| we hear it clearly. | |
| Het Geheime Huis | |
| bestaat, hoewel onzichtbaar -- | existiert, zwar unsichtbar -- |
| horen wij het goed. | aber gut hörbar. |
| Composer Van Veenendaal, Albert | 5-7-5 | ||
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