Ik blader en zoek in oud stoffig bo

Ik blader en zoek in oud stoffig boek,
wat was ik toch lief en klein.
Ben uit die tijd 't meeste wel kwijt,
blij dat er foto's zijn.
Van ons in de straat waar alles nog gaat,
zoals het er is geweest
Buren bij een je was nooit alleen,
dat mis ik toch het meest
Ik denk nog zo vaak terug,
aan hoe het vroeger was.
Altijd rumoer in de straten,
van de kinderen uit elke klas,
jongens en meiden genoeg,
iedereen bij elkaar,
uren kan ik verder praten,
ga nog zo vaak terug in de tijd
na zoveel jaar.
Met een bal aan m'n voet,
was ik meestal wel zoet,
zolang ik maar spelen kon.
riepen ze thuis,
ging ik pas naar huis,
gelijk met de zomerzon.
Ik denk nog zo vaak terug,
aan hoe het vroeger was.
Altijd rumoer in de straten,
van de kinderen uit elke klas,
jongens en meiden genoeg,
iedereen bij elkaar,
uren kan ik verder praten,
ga nog zo vaak terug in de tijd
na zoveel jaar.
Als ik de straat zomaar binnen rij,
dan voel ik me thuis bij mij ouderlijk huis,
want daar vloog de tijd echt voorbij, zo voorbij.
Ik denk nog zo vaak terug,
aan hoe het vroeger was.
Altijd rumoer in de straten,
van de kinderen uit elke klas,
jongens en meiden genoeg,
iedereen bij elkaar,
uren kan ik verder praten,
ga nog zo vaak terug in de tijd
na zoveel jaar

Hasil (Inggris) 1:

I browse and search in old dusty book,What I was sweet and small.Am most of the time be lost,glad that there are photos.Of us in the street where everything still goes,as it has beenNeighbors at a you were never alone,that I miss the mostI still think so check back often,to how it used to be.Always noise in the streets,of the children from each class,boys and girls enough,everyone together,hours can I continue talking,yet so often go back in timeAfter so many years.With a ball at my feet,I was usually sweet,as long as I could play.They called home,I only went home,flush with the summer sun.I still think so check back often,to how it used to be.Always noise in the streets,of the children from each class,boys and girls enough,everyone together,hours can I continue talking,yet so often go back in timeAfter so many years.If I just put the street in row,then I feel at home at my parents ' House,because there really over, the time flew by so quickly.I still think so check back often,to how it used to be.Always noise in the streets,of the children from each class,boys and girls enough,everyone together,hours can I continue talking,yet so often go back in timeAfter so many years

Hasil (Inggris) 2:

I browse and search old dusty book,
I was still sweet and small.
Ben from that era 's most actually lost,
happy that there are pictures.
From our street where everything still goes,
as it has been
Neighbors at one you were never alone,
which I miss the most
, I think so often back
to how it used to be.
Always noise in the streets,
the children from each class,
boys and girls enough,
everyone together,
hours can I talk further,
going so often back in time
after so many years.
with a ball at my feet,
I was usually sweet,
as long as I could play.
they called home,
I only went home,
even with the summer sun .
I think so often back
to how it was before.
Always noise in the streets,
the children from each class,
boys and girls enough,
everyone together,
hours I can talk further,
going so often back in time
after so many years.
If I street just inside row,
I feel at my parents' house,
because that time really over, so over. flew
I think so often back
to how it was before.
Always noise in the streets
of the children from each class,
boys and girls enough,
everyone together,
hours I can talk further,
going so often back in time
after so many years