Lieg alsjeblieft niet tegen me,
Niet over iets groots,
Niet over iets anders.
Liever hoor ik het vernietigendste dan dat je liegt
Want dat is nog vernietigender

Lieg niet over liefde
Iets wat je voelt of wat je zou willen voelen
Liever word ik bedroefd dan dat je liegt
Want dat is nog bedroevender

Lieg niet tegen me over gevaar
Want ik voel toch je angst
Wat ik gewaar word is waar
Of ik ken je niet
En dat is nog gevaarlijker

Lieg niet tegen me over ziekte
Liever kijk ik die diepte in
Dan dat ik mij verlies in een van jouw lieve verzinsels
Want daarmee verlies ik mij dieper

Lieg niet tegen me over sterven
Want zolang we er nog zijn
Vind ik dat toegangsloze
niet mededelen wat je denkt

Erger en zo veel doder
Erger en zo veel doder........

Wetenschap

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.