Deep in the West, where the sun gets dusty
it is better, much better than one thinks
deep in the West...
You’re no beauty
all gray from work
you love yourself without makeup
you’re an honest soul
sadly completely misbuilt
but that’s what defines you
You have a pulse of steel
it can be heard loudly at night
you’re simply too modest
your black gold has lifted us up again
you flower of the coal field
Bochum, that's where I'm from
Bochum, I belong to you
Oh, Good luck, Bochum! [‘Glück auf!’ is a german miners greeting.]
You’re no global city
with your 'Königsallee’ [a street in Düsseldorf is called the same]
there are no fashion shows [as in Düsseldorf]
here, where the heart still counts,
not the big money
who wants to live in Düsseldorf
Bochum, that's where I'm from
Bochum, I belong to you
Oh, Good luck, Bochum!
You are a canopy bed for pigeons
and constantly on coke
You've got a hut in your allotment garden
with your double pass you make
every opponent look bad
you and your VfL [Bochum's football team]
Bochum, that's where I'm from
Bochum, I belong to you
Oh, Good luck, Bochum!
Bochum…