| Song | Timber |
| Artist | Poésie Noire |
| Album | Bel 80: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1987 |
| As I walked through the forest, the forest made of people. | |
| Someone was chopping it down and the trees fell without a cry. | |
| His axe broke the silence, and the birds left their nests, | |
| and somewhere I heard a bell. The time had come to confess. | |
| The leaves covered the earth... the forest was desolarted. | |
| As they walked through the forest... that had nothing more to say. | |
| Timber! Here we go again. | |
| Timber! It's a very cruel game. |