Belgian Landscapes
GALLERY
How to describe my native Belgium? I only found one way, you discover the song of the Belgian singer Jacques Brel, « The flat country which is mine »
« With the North Sea for last vacant lot
And waves of dunes to stop the waves
And vague rocks that the tides exceed
And who has the heart forever at low tide
With infinite mists coming
With the west wind listen to him hold
The flat country that is mine with cathedrals for unique mountains
And black steeples like masts of Cocagne
Where stone devils drop the clouds
With the thread of the days for a unique journey
And rainy paths for a unique good evening
With the wind from the east listen to him wanting
The flat country that is mine with a sky so low that a canal was lost
With a sky so low it makes humility
With a sky so gray that a canal was hanged
With a sky so gray that you have to forgive him
With the north wind coming apart
With the north wind listen to him crack
The flat country that is mine with Italy coming down the Scheldt
With Frida the blonde when she becomes Margot
When November’s sons come back in May
When the plain is steaming and trembles in July
When the wind is laughing when the wind is wheat
When the wind south listens to him sing
The flat country is mine. »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8bQFvTRzBM
GALLERY