Rotterdam (I know) Songtext
von Max Berend

A ship arrives in Rotterdam
The Holland America Line
Next to me, a modest man
A suitcase and a puppet at his side

I ask him, "Where are you from?"
He chuckles and he answers with a smile
"It doesn′t matter, my friend, the road has been so long
Let me tell you how I see life"

I'm a busker, I′m a traveler, I'm a vagabond
With those strings in my hands, the world is my home

Yes I know (I know), yes I know (I know)
That Rotterdam is not my home
Yes I know (I know), yes I know (I know)
That Rotterdam can be my home
I'm a puppet who plays the strings of life


He guides me to the park
Opens up his suitcase, the show starts
Deep within, I feel that spark
To follow my own wild heart
To follow my own wild heart

′Cause I′m a busker, I'm a traveler, I′m a vagabond
With those strings in my hands, the world is my home

Yes I know (I know), yes I know (I know)
That Rotterdam is not my home
Yes I know (I know), yes I know (I know)
That Rotterdam can be my home

I know (I know), yes I know (I know)
That Rotterdam is not my home
I know (I know), yes I know (I know)
That Rotterdam can be my home
I'm a puppet who plays the strings of life

I ship teapots from Rotterdam
The Holland America Line
I wave goodbye to a modest man
The puppeteer of his own life
The puppeteer of his own life
The puppeteer of his own life