Beautiful acoustic rendition. By the originals, JHJ:
The songtext always gets me melancholic. Prostitution damages the soul. The scars are invisible on the surface, but run very deep, too deep to fix and it makes you feel powerless.
My Turkish neighbour cleaned ships from the inside in the Rotterdam harbour. You know, those that transport useful, but toxic, liquids. It destroyed his lungs by the time he reached 30, he was an old man, unable to work anymore. Those are visible scars. Socially more acceptable, less taboo to talk about.
The original:
The songtext always gets me melancholic. Prostitution damages the soul. The scars are invisible on the surface, but run very deep, too deep to fix and it makes you feel powerless.
My Turkish neighbour cleaned ships from the inside in the Rotterdam harbour. You know, those that transport useful, but toxic, liquids. It destroyed his lungs by the time he reached 30, he was an old man, unable to work anymore. Those are visible scars. Socially more acceptable, less taboo to talk about.
The original: