Song for Bram and Yulia.

Who came from the Netherlands? Little Bram, little Bram. Who came from the Russian lands? Yulia, Yulia.

One from Amsterdam’s wide stream, Little Bram, little Bram. One from Rostov’s southern dream, Yulia, Yulia.

But how on earth did they ever meet? It was on the plane — she smiled from her seat.

Something sparked up in the air, Cupid, Cupid. His arrow struck a loving pair, Cupid, Cupid.

High in the clouds, They flew so free, flew so free. High in the clouds, They came to be, came to be.

And even when the plane had landed and waited, Their thoughts still soared, love activated.

One writes music, notes and sound, Little Bram, little Bram. The other makes the numbers count, Yulia, Yulia

Do they make the perfect pair? Oh, they do, oh, they do! Kale with caviar? Tasty too, tasty too!

A glass of wine and a dinner divine — They love the good life, and that suits them fine!

Bram had a genius plan that day — Let’s go bike, let’s go bike! He took her to Marken all the way — Bit too much, bit too much!

Bram hit the pedals with a cheer — Off we go, off we go! Yulia trailed somewhere in the rear — Way too slow, way too slow…

They still haven’t made it to Marken, to date, But ice cream in Broek still tasted great!

Their kitchen needed some repair, Drip drip drip, splash and spray The leak just wasn’t anywhere — Turn the tap — wet feet, oy vey!

Coffee was ordered, calm and sweet, Yulia, Yulia. But who got called about the leak? Little Bram, little Bram.

Some silicone and loud banging later, They now have a kitchen that couldn’t be greater!

A lovely flat behind the dike, Safe and sound, just what they like. They’re truly happy, all is bright. (If the cats don’t yell all night)

Today is for you two. Ring around ring around. We celebrate with you. Brammy Yulia Brammy Yulia Brammy Yulia