Brussels, Brussels, Brussels in the rain.
Brussels, Brussels, everyday the same.
Brussels, Brussels, Brussels in the rain.
Brussels, Brussels, everyday the same.

Spears reach out and touch the sky
The steets are cold and bair.
This is a place where old and new
knew equal stattlechair.

Brussels, Brussels, Brussels in the rain.
Brussels, Brussels, everyday the same.

When the long eveningshadows fall
la Grand-Place is reborn.
And in the lights of the summersday
new brougle paintings born.
If some unmarket heartbeats on
life love to this old town.
With all the sounds and signs you see
my Brussels will live on.

Brussels, Mmm... Brussels, when the rain is gone
Brussels, Brussels, Brussels will live on.
Ooooh.
Brussels, Brussels,  when the rain is gone.
Ooooh
Brussels, Brussels,  Brussels will live on.
Ooooh. 
Brussels, Brussels, when the rain is gone.
Ooooh.
Brussels, Brussels,  my Brussels will live on.

(c) S. Popovski – P. Willens – S. Stranger