The first poem is written in Dutch.. I will explain in English what it means.
Als ik naar het nieuws kijk, naar die verschikkelijke dingen
Maar opeens ben jij op het scherm en ik hoor je zingen
Nieuwsbericht: Er zijn mensen die je bedreigen met de dood
Dat was het pijnlijkste wat ik ooit heb gehoord
Het liefste wil ik naar die idioten grijpen
Tegen ze vloeken, tieren en ze dingen verwijten
Juist die persoon die mijn leven kleur gaf toen ik 'het' liedje hoorde
Het allerlaatste wat ik wil horen, is hoe ze je in koele bloede vermoorde
Gelukkig ben je nog hier, en zit je lekker in je vel.
Lieve Bono, samen redden wij het wel.
A year ago or so Bono received lettes from people who wanted to harm him because of what he did in Africa. When I saw that I was shocked.. and that is why I wrote this..
The english version:
When I look at the news, to all those horrible things.
But then I see you and I hear you sing.
News: There are people who threaten to kill you.
That was the most hurtfull thing I have ever heard.
I want to grap those idiots.
Swear, rage and tell them what I think.
The person who gave some colour to my life, when I heard 'the' song.
The last thing I want to hear is how they killed you.
Thank god you're still here.. save and sound.
Dear Bono, together we will make it.
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The next poem sort of speaks for itself.. I hope..
Life isn't as easy as they say.
You have to survive each and every day.
If you fail there is no way back.
Some days feel like you're breaking your neck.
Sometimes I feel like there is no place where I belong.
I find that feeling always back, in a song.
Bono writes songs that come from his heart.
But sometimes also that feeling can break me apart.
Peace is what they want here on earth.
But all those people are lying under the dirt.
Where are our heroes? Why are they gone?
Am I one of them? Am I that strong?
No that cannot be, life isn't like that.
Its to complicated, it's just sad.
One time its good , sometimes its bad.
That confuses me, that makes me mad.
I want to be perfect and that's not right.
Many times it just blinds me with its light.
Love is also such thing.
It can make you feel great, it can make you sing.
But it can be a curse, everything will go wrong.
Thats how it is, thats the end of my song
Als ik naar het nieuws kijk, naar die verschikkelijke dingen
Maar opeens ben jij op het scherm en ik hoor je zingen
Nieuwsbericht: Er zijn mensen die je bedreigen met de dood
Dat was het pijnlijkste wat ik ooit heb gehoord
Het liefste wil ik naar die idioten grijpen
Tegen ze vloeken, tieren en ze dingen verwijten
Juist die persoon die mijn leven kleur gaf toen ik 'het' liedje hoorde
Het allerlaatste wat ik wil horen, is hoe ze je in koele bloede vermoorde
Gelukkig ben je nog hier, en zit je lekker in je vel.
Lieve Bono, samen redden wij het wel.
A year ago or so Bono received lettes from people who wanted to harm him because of what he did in Africa. When I saw that I was shocked.. and that is why I wrote this..
The english version:
When I look at the news, to all those horrible things.
But then I see you and I hear you sing.
News: There are people who threaten to kill you.
That was the most hurtfull thing I have ever heard.
I want to grap those idiots.
Swear, rage and tell them what I think.
The person who gave some colour to my life, when I heard 'the' song.
The last thing I want to hear is how they killed you.
Thank god you're still here.. save and sound.
Dear Bono, together we will make it.
--------------
The next poem sort of speaks for itself.. I hope..
Life isn't as easy as they say.
You have to survive each and every day.
If you fail there is no way back.
Some days feel like you're breaking your neck.
Sometimes I feel like there is no place where I belong.
I find that feeling always back, in a song.
Bono writes songs that come from his heart.
But sometimes also that feeling can break me apart.
Peace is what they want here on earth.
But all those people are lying under the dirt.
Where are our heroes? Why are they gone?
Am I one of them? Am I that strong?
No that cannot be, life isn't like that.
Its to complicated, it's just sad.
One time its good , sometimes its bad.
That confuses me, that makes me mad.
I want to be perfect and that's not right.
Many times it just blinds me with its light.
Love is also such thing.
It can make you feel great, it can make you sing.
But it can be a curse, everything will go wrong.
Thats how it is, thats the end of my song
