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oh...
if only I were Portugese
I'd sing a heartbreaking song
about unconditional love
and of terrible grief
I'd sing of regret and pain and melancholy
and that it will never go away
I'd sing that his whole life
he has been written in my soul
I'd sing of endlessly abandonned
the dire emptyness surrounding me
the doubts that torment a mother
and also of 'don't leave me alone'
I'd desprerately crash to the ground
I'd shout 'my heart, please don't break it'
but then..
we are from the polder
that's not how we sing here
I stand here with my son at the airport
he'll soon ride down the polder runway
and flies on silvery grey wings
endlessly far away from me
goodbye can no longer be put off now
he needs to go through customs
I look into his blue eyes
he wraps his arms around me
I want to scream through the departure hall
my knees weak, my eyes wet
but then
we are from the polder
so I just say
'bye hon'