Picture a smoky Amsterdam bar, neon lights flickering while André nurses one last drink he definitely does not need. Back home, his partner pulls the blanket a little tighter yet keeps the porch light on, because she knows exactly who he is: a dream-chasing singer with melodies bursting out of him and a habit of losing track of time. “Zij Gelooft In Mij” is Hazes’ heartfelt thank-you note to that unwavering woman. Even when his pockets are empty and his gigs are scarce, she sees the superstar he hopes to become, never nagging, never doubting. Her quiet faith turns his late-night stumbles into stepping-stones and fuels every lyric he scribbles on a napkin.
The song glows with a mix of barroom realism and wide-eyed optimism. Hazes admits his flaws—those marathon pub sessions, the scraps of songs still waiting for their big break—but every chorus circles back to her loyalty. It is a love letter wrapped in working-class grit: if she can keep believing, he can keep singing until the world finally sings along. By the final line, you are left cheering for both of them—the rough-edged troubadour chasing glory and the steadfast partner who turns belief into his greatest strength.