We don't have New York's towers
We don't have daylight
We don't have Beaubourg or the Seine
We're not the city of love
And surely starting tonight
The sky will bring a storm
But after the storm, with some beers
You're the most beautiful
Yeah, you're the most beautiful
When I want to go home
When I miss the gray sky and the rain
I feel better when I see you
But me, I only think about you
When I miss my country and my city
We don't have the longest story of all
We know it, we haven't always won
And usually, I've got the attitude
Even if it's hard to keep hope
When we're not first
The Marolles, Flagey, Saint-Gilles
Laeken, to whom I owe my name
You're the most beautiful
Yeah, you're the most beautiful
When I want to go home
When I miss the gray sky and the rain
I feel better when I see you
But me, I only think about you
When I miss my country and my city
And if one day they split
And we have to pick a side
That would be the worst nightmare
All that over a language thing
I've lived my best stories
In French and in Flemish
Let me say it in Flemish
Thank you Brussels for my name
And if one day they split
And we have to pick a side
That would be the worst nightmare
All that over a language thing
I've lived my best stories
In French and in Flemish
Let me say it in Flemish
You're the most beautiful
Yeah, you're the most beautiful
When I want to go home
When I miss the gray sky and the rain
I feel better when I see you
But me, I only think about you
When I miss my country and my city
When I want to go home
When I miss the gray sky and the rain
I feel better when I see you
But me, I only think about you
When I miss my country and my city