作词 : Jeroen den Hengst
作曲 : Jeroen den Hengst
Aniseed, 
you make my tastebuds bleed, 
your magic aroma, 
hot wry and sweet, 
Aniseed, 
you spice up my tea, 
infuse into me the scent of a past dream. 

Aniseed, 
she made me taste you, 
feeding me flavors from her faraway travels, 
now I bleed, 
because of you aniseed, 
I taste her absence in your rich essence. 
Why do I cling? 
why do I cling? 
Why did I surrender everything? 
Why do I sing? 
Oh why am I still singing? 
For all there's left was a jar, 
with spices shaped like a star. 

Aniseed, 
you make my tastebuds bleed, 
your scent wakes a smile that was growing on me, 
aniseed, 
you lured me out of my seat, 
out in the open where I met my defeat. 
Why do I cling? 
Why do I cling? 
Why did I surrender everything? 
Why do I sing? 
Oh why am I still singing? 
For all there's left was a jar, 
with spices shaped like a star. 

Hmmm, Aniseed...

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