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no original music has been used to create this video, this song has been entirely performed by Mike Malak & The Fakers (c) 2022 Mike Malak for this cover song version and video - no copyright infringement intended

When the North Sea stubbornly breaks on high dunes
And scatter white flakes of foam on the crowns
When the surly floods pound the black basalt
And the gray mist falls over the dike and dune
When at low tide the beach is wild as a desert
And wet westerly winds howl with venom
Then my country will fight
My flat country!

When the rain falls on streets, squares, beds
On the roof and spire of sky-high churches
Which are the only mountains in this flat land
When under the clouds people are dwarfs
When the days go in stupid regularity
And a bulging east wind beats the land even flatter
Then my country awaits
My flat country!

When the low sky skims right over the water
When the low sky teaches us humility
When the low sky is gray as slate
When the low air is pale as clay loam
When the north wind divides the plain
When the north wind steals our breath
Then my country cracks
My flat country!

When the Scheldt shines in the southern sun
And every Flemish woman strolls in a sundress
When the first spider weaves its spring webs
Or steaming the field in July sunlight trembles
When the south wind roars through the grain
When the south wind cheers along the track
Then my country rejoices
My flat country!

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