De Ware Liefde

She's standing there at the quay
A suitcase in her hand
She may only seem
Luck is on her side
It's time to leave
To a promising country
She's standing there on the quay
With a suitcase in her hand

The ship is dancing on the waves
The fatherland disappears
The moon climbs up from the sea
The evening star appears
She stands there on the foredeck
She stands in all weathers
And when it slowly becomes light
The ship sails into the harbor

True love
True love
True love
Is somewhere here

She stands there on the quay
The city is strange and big
She's waiting for a lover
Who has promised a future
But when he comes the sun disappears
And there is no turning back
And the rain is pouring down Falling
pouring from the sky


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The true love
The true love
The true love
Is far from here

She stands there along the streets
Of Brussels and Berlin
She knows the men who pretend to be
Better than they are
She learned to be everywhere
And nowhere at home
She stands there along the streets
From Brussels and Berlin

The lights of the cars
Passing in the dark
The first is uncertain
The second has been drinking
The third is looking for a fire
That has been extinguished for years
And the money is for the devil
Who has promised her heaven

True love
True love
True love
is far from here.