- By Herman Gorter, translated by M. Kruijff.
You stand there oh so very still
With your hands, I have this will
To tell to you such a sweet thing,
But I don't know what thing.
Your sweet shoulders are so beautiful,
The light surrounding you thaws all,
Warm, warm, warm - a still adorning
Of warmth, as I make yearning.
Your eyes they are as blue
As clear water, if only you
I could be for a wee moment,
But I can't, I stay me own and
I don't know what it is, that thing
I want to tell to you - it was some thing.