Arm Den haag

Poor The Hague, it’s just so sad, that you can’t forget
The sound of krontjong and gamelan
In the Indian restaurant, conversations buzz from every side: Tempo doeloe, tempo doeloe in that distant, distant land

refrain:
Oh Kassian, it’s over Kassian, it’s over
The Hague, The Hague, you’re the widow of Indie

We can definitely make Indian food at home
Sambal goreng telor, lontong, tahoe pecis
But the neighbors don’t really like it
And we can also buy tropical plants here
Like kembang sepatoe They call it hibiscus here, hibiscus
And all kinds of ferns: cannas, gerberas, orchids
But it looks so different here in the living room
Than out in the wild, yeah By the way, they all die by the heater

refrain

And you know, I have such a big painting hanging at home.
It depicts of course India, yeah Oh my, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful green rice fields, coconut trees
On the left, a water buffalo with a little calf on its back, yeah
And on the right, a farmer with seven of those cute little ducklings following him
But you know, the painting doesn’t get enough light here
You know what else? Mr. Le Clerque-Zubli never comes by anymore

refr.