translated version...

Since the dawn of the night
where the evening waiting for me
water shows a face
and let the light reflect in Bruges
Minstrel of the eternal cobblestones
between men and lackeys
playing a song I told you stories
about popups, witches and vassals
A path hewn from the past
which extend into the present
born in the manger of the Middle Ages
leave the jackets by the wind caress
Imagination and dreams
myths and legends
ripple quietly through the city
and allow themselves to carry through the Lake of Love
Now the moon watches over Bruges
I get my mandolin top
I whisper softly this verse
and play songs that touches the hearts
A glance over the surface brings nostalgia
only fuels the desire for later
for I bring you the timeless tales
I am the dreamer of the Lake of Love

Ik neem aan dat de vertaling is enigszins goed en net als de oude kwaliteit van de mysterieuze en mooie verhalen ... cool.

I assume the translation is somewhat good and like the ancient quality of mysterious and beautiful tales...cool.