De Huilende Rappers - Zwaai lyrics

De Huilende Rappers (the crying rappers aka Noisia's dutch urban project)

Translation: (thanks to discord user High on Life for giving english translation)

I wave with my hands and my hands wave back [4x]

Sometimes, I stand in the middle of the roof,
I wave with a stick, to,
Things that I see,
Things on the street,
Things on the beat, yeah
Do one of those pirouettes, ye,
Like to wave with serviettes, ye,
That way, me, you can barely miss,
Sometimes, I have to leave to go piss, come back,
To make noise,
Step with my foot in a puddle, no choice,
Sit on the couch, wave with that one thing,
I'm a member of a waving club,
Even in competitive matches,
I wave with my foot, nothing scratches,
Always wave with my hands in the air, and if no one's looking, then they wave back,

I wave with my hands and my hands wave back [4x]

Someone recently told me, I once told him something,
Sometimes I even sit in a tree,
Wave through my binoculars, straight at your uncle, Lee,
And I'm not yet ready to stop,
Wave myself silly, and again I act top,
Step with all my bros into a barbershop,
But there's nothing here to wave at, so I get a limp again, and go back,
To the basis, and as punishment for who is the latest,
Two weeks with your hands in your sack,
So you're not getting those wave moments back,
Oh yeah, I also wave with a flaggy,
Wave with everything I want, for a shaggy, if you see me,
And if you don't like waving, then please, don't come back,

I wave with my hands and my hands wave back [4x]