Belgian Landscapes

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