Clouseau, The Belgium Guys Who Teached Me Dutch


I remember that I wasn’t even able to distinguish the difference between a Dutch and Belgium accent when the Belgium band Clouseau produced their hit Daar Gaat Ze (translated: There She Goes, but beware, they published this song in an English version with a completely different text and title: Close Encounters).

It was back in the begin of 1990 when I left home and moved to the Dutch borders, preparing myself to take the step to cross the border and live and work in a foreign country, I had to learn Dutch. On a regular base I visited my Dutch aunt and uncle, what was a good training for me to learn the language. One day we where watching a TV-show where Clouseau played this song and I did not understand everything. Sometimes I wonder about that because now I think in that language. Isn’t life funny sometimes?

Today I got a little bit nostalgic when I discovered this Piano Live version from 2005 on Youtube. The band shrunk in the meantime to a duo, the brothers Koen (Vocals)  and Chris Wouters (Piano). I can’t help it, I still love this song.

Below I translated the original text literally, so it won’t fit in the music if you try to sing it, but it’s the original text.

There She Goes

There she goes and I never saw that much beauty.
There she stand and I never deserved that much grace.
Sometimes she’s talking while she plays with my pillow in her sleep.
I leave her alone as long as she shares the sheets with me.

And even the keepers of the law looking amiable when she parks wrong.
And even the cops have fun when she sensual walks along, insolent.
I know that she possibly don’t stays long with me.
I know that she is hanging around with other guys.
Sometimes she has secrets I rather don’t know about.
Sometimes she’s hovering and dreaming in a way that she even forgets about me.

And even the keepers from the church looking amiable down at her beauty.
The bishop says it is god’s work, bows his grey head and thanks the lord.
Again, thank you my lord.

Sometimes she has secrets I rather don’t know about.
Sometimes she’s hovering and dreaming in a way that she even forgets about me.

And even the keepers of this country would rather stand in my shoes.
Yes, the prime minister wants her hand and offers me his job.
But I don’t think about it, get lost.

There she goes…

 

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