Belgian Asociality — Em Is Duud song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Em Is Duud" by Belgian Asociality.
Lyrics
't was zoone goeie kerel, hij gaf alles aan alleman
En 't was ne gruuten tuuveneir, van water mokte hem wijn
En met de armen en de zieken stond hem uuren te lameren
Hij kost vertelselkens raconteren en over 't water gaan marcheren
Armzalig was hem geboren en Marie dat was zijn moei
De Jef was zijne pere, zijn chauffage dat was de koei
Maar ze moesten hem niet hebben, hij had te gruuten bek
Ze stuurden hem door 't stad met een kruis in zijne nek
En na …
Na is hem duud, na is hem duud, na is hem duud
Den brave kluut
Na is hem duud, na is hem duud, na is hem duud
Den brave kluut
Toens gink hem naar den hemel, daar zit hem op zijnen troon
En loert hem naar beneden wat dat ze daar allemaal doen
Hij vertelt het God de Vader 's avonds laat bij den diner
Die zit hem dan te troosten maar zoneke, 't valt nog mee
Ze zijn daar maar aan’t prutsen, maar wacht een koppel maand
Ze zijn u niet vergeten, traantjes weg, ge zijt ne vent
En, ja, ieder jaar met 't kerstfeest herdenken ze diene pé
Dan heerst er piece en vrede, de rest van 't jaar heeft hem congé
Lyrics translation
he was a good guy. he gave everything to everybody.
And it was ne gruuten tuuveneir, of water sulked him wine
And with the poor and the sick stood him for hours lamenting
He costs to ration Narrows and march across the water.
He was born poor, and Marie was his mother.
The Jef was his pere, his driver was the cow.
But they didn't want him, he had a mouthful.
They sent him across town with a cross on his neck.
And after …
After him is duud, after him is duud, after him is duud
The good cop
After him is duud, after him is duud, after him is duud
The good cop
Go and see him in heaven, where he sits on his throne.
And lurks him down what they all do there
He tells God the father late at night at dinner
He'll be consoling him, but zoneke, it's not so bad.
They're just tinkering there, but wait a couple of months.
They haven't forgotten you, tears gone, you're a man
And, yes, every year at the Christmas party, they commemorate diene pé.
Then there's piece and peace, and the rest of the year he's got congé.