LEARN LYRICS

On the other side of the forest

There’s a city

You’ll be a mother to him

I stand before the mirror, repeat three times

Demand again that my ego be stroked

She said don’t worry

You still haven’t changed, mate

I see the same style

The same talk

Me, that young guy, intern

From the street, the square

The new blood with a future

And past in hand

I’m that old guard

Who sometimes watches with worry

In a café with Seef beer

Or in the bar with an N.A

I’m that hard paving stone

Without remorse or fear

On my stoop no Belgian Blue-white on the menu

I’m that self-reflection, that duality

I’m that cosmopolitan, proud of the couleur local

I hear the cry of the seagull

There’s water, wild sea

I’m that port city

Skipper, may I cross over

That old sailor who still

Thinks of his mermaid

And slowly dreams of that trip on the ever-sailing ship

I’m the fear

In the heart of the city

That typical arrogance

Gives that terror a punch

I’m that charming crook

But you won’t hear me say that

I’m the answer

To the worries, the doubts

That’s normal, this is what we do

That’s how it marches by that noble stream

C’mon, c’mon

Antwerp, coureuge viva

No worries here, everything’ll be fine

Our Lady with a watchful eye

C’mon, c’mon

Antwerp coureuge viva

Coureuge viva

Antwerp coureuge viva

I’m that release for women

Make them invisible

Wrap them up, strip them naked

All to the man’s taste

I’m the street daisy

The red-light district

Or how ’bout that

Should have more respect for women

In general

I’m the street and city sparrow

The Zoo

I slog in the gutters

Catch what’s around on the beautiful floor

I’m that politics

You know, with that politics

I’m the citizen’s answer

Do something yourself, positive

I’m that siren in the night

Promises nothing good

The underground economy

That stays unmoved again

That unexpected kiss

Or did I dream it

And all those other good ideas

That I leave behind in the pub

I’m the forest owl

Sing my song on stand two

Through glory or purgatory

That stays number one

I’m that Dutchman, sorry

I know we’re too many here

I’m that sans-papier, yet that factor ain’t me

I’m the hovel, I’m the loft

The belle-étage on the block

I’m that thief, sadly

Who gets in everywhere, and more

I’m a lover, I’m everything and everyone

The shared soul

That gets broken or made

That’s normal, this is what we do

That’s how it marches by that noble stream

C’mon, c’mon

Antwerp, coureuge viva

No worries here, everything’ll be fine

Our Lady with a watchful eye

C’mon, c’mon

Antwerp, coureuge viva

Coureuge viva

Antwerp coureuge viva

I’m a tale, just one of many

And above all what we’re not, we still share things

Why not greet instead of polarizing

The bomb that explodes, we planted it ourselves

But the river keeps flowing, nevertheless

And the streets keep dreaming, coureuge viva

I wouldn’t write about myself if there were another

Signed, the city