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(Verse 1)
Yo, walkin' through the streets of Brussels, feel the city's vibe,
Ancient cobblestones beneath, history’s alive.
Grand Place gleamin', man, it’s quite a scene,
Golden facades glisten, feel like I’m in a dream.
But life ain’t all glitter, there’s shadows in the light,
From Anderlecht to Molenbeek, struggle’s in the fight.
Cafés buzzin' on a rainy day, the smell of waffles in the air,
But in the darker corners, there’s burdens people bear.
(Chorus)
Brussels life, got the highs and the lows,
From the EU towers to the streets where the hustle flows.
Bass lines thumpin', feel the beat in your soul,
In the heart of Belgium, where stories are told.
(Verse 2)
From the Atomium shine to the graffiti on the walls,
Art’s alive in every corner, expression never stalls.
Jazz in the Sablon, techno in the night,
Diverse cultures blend, we unite in the fight.
But there’s tension in the mix, languages collide,
French, Flemish, English, trying to decide.
Identity’s complex, politics in the air,
Protests in the square, social justice declare.
(Chorus)
Brussels life, got the highs and the lows,
From the EU towers to the streets where the hustle flows.
Bass lines thumpin', feel the beat in your soul,
In the heart of Belgium, where stories are told.
(Bridge)
Bike lanes, trams, and the metro’s hum,
City never sleeps, always on the run.
Brussels sprouts growth, innovation’s in its veins,
Yet the past clings tight, old pains remain.
(Verse 3)
Chocolate shops, lace, and Tintin tales,
Beer flows like a river, endless ales.
But the gloss of the surface hides the cracks beneath,
Homeless in the alleys, dreams lost like a thief.
Parks in the summer, laughter in the breeze,
Winters can be harsh, with a chill that won’t ease.
Contrasts define us, both light and the dark,
In this European heart, we all leave our mark.
(Chorus)
Brussels life, got the highs and the lows,
From the EU towers to the streets where the hustle flows.
Bass lines thumpin', feel the beat in your soul,
In the heart of Belgium, where stories are told.
(Outro)
Yeah, Brussels, you complex symphony,
With your beauty and your scars, you’re a part of me.
In every beat, in every rhyme,
Brussels, we’re forever intertwined.
