BRUSSELS’ LYRICS

                                      to Bonaparte,Brel and Dalida

It is raining in Brussels
Steam coming out of my heart’s ember

Reaching my hair, rising step by step
Oh, my Wallon heart

Will finally dominate my Flemish mind...
Whoever you are, living on earth,

Will have the adventure of Bonaparte.

First will be driven to the middle-aged island

And then run away,
Just after seemed to be rescued

By running away,
Comes Waterloo and the old age

To the scene;
-Absolute triumph of the years-
İt is raining, let it go on
Oh my heart, happily you are there…
The same question is everywhere:
-Why to live?-
No bother my heart, do not suffer;

Why to remember Waterloo

Again and again, day by day
On the old age island?

It is raining in Brussels
Steam coming out of my heart’s ember

Reaching my hair, rising step by step
Thanks to the blowing wind,
Swept away all the dark clouds…

Jacques Brel, singing from the past

Let him, please let him

Tell the short stories of our lives

Oh my heart, forget the defeat!
Here it is Brussels.

                                   Husrev Hatemi