Waking up under the first light of dawn,
Wet smell of falling rain...

Sunlight reflecting from your blue eyes,
Young lambs walking on the green grass...

As a hurricane of blind hate they ride through...
Like roaring thunder they shake the earth...

I live in this palace made from marble and gold,
It's huge and wonderful like a fairytale being...

Trumpets blazing, suddenly I awake,
I'm facing the ground, a burning ache...

In a dream I see a star,
Shining above in the dark sky...

(This poem is written in dutch, so it rhymes in...
Daar loopt ze, gekraak van het onverharde grind...