Sitting here on a bench in the world's finest city
Sitting and breathing a little and taking it easy
After 45, Germany was no longer a friend
Now it's almost forgotten,
the road is up and forward
Sitting here at a cafe in the city and throwing away your time
Look at you outside,
you're smiling and smiling
Where are you going, where have you been?
I think life is a little tight
Oh, my poor son
Oh,
my poor son
It's really nice here in Ålesund city
Afraid that it will be like before
Standing in front of the source,
we thought we were dead
I wish you were really nice here in Ålesund city
I hope you get what you should have
You can give away some bad thoughts
So that when others around you lift up
Oh,
my poor son
So one day you're wandering around here in the world's finest city
A little full, you feel so smiling, so blind
Think of this as me in my finest time
Ålesund