Jacques Brel Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Your voice is the wind over restless seas,
a storm that carries longing, love, and loss.
Each word, a wave crashing against the heart,
each note, a whisper from the soul of the world.

You sing of sailors and lovers,
of dreams too heavy to hold,
of laughter that drowns in the rain,
of time slipping through trembling hands.

Paris sighs in your melodies,
Brussels weeps in your verses,
the world listens, breathless,
as you give yourself to the stage,
again and again,
until nothing remains but the echo
of a man who dared to feel.