The salty sea lets out a deep briny sigh
Above the flat land the warm air quivers silently
Sometimes someone suddenly yet surely takes flight
Alert Level Two is hardly notorious here anymore
And keeps quiet about what they hear and see
Here on the coast, the Zeeland coast
Where people unconsciously get a craving for mussel feasts
And say nothing about food
When they're drunk and satisfied
Then they calmly go to sleep again
Here on the coast, the Zeeland coast
Where everyone unconsciously
Gets addressed in German
Where the chain has been broken
And all ships have been burned
But nothing's wrong
Vlissingen breathes heavy and hopeless tonight
The harbor's deserted, 'cause there's only one cargo left
And it has to be taken offshore in the dark
And think of the good times of purity and strength
And keeps quiet about what they hear and see
Here on the coast, the Zeeland coast
Where the summer unconsciously
Is enjoyed at breakneck speed
And where, wild and undaunted
Everyone can do their own thing
Until they're drunk and satisfied
Here on the coast, the Zeeland coast
Where love keeps on
Losing to desire again and again
Because she can never choose
Between good and not so bad
But that's how it goes