Deep in the West, where the sun collects dust
Things are better, better than people think
Deep in the West
You aren't a beauty
All gray from work
You love yourself without makeup
Are an honest soul
Alas completely obstructed
But it's exactly that which makes you who you are
You have a pulse of steel
It can be heard loudly at night
You are just too modest
Your black gold brought us back up
You flower of the coal fields
Bochum, I come from you
Bochum, I care for you
Oh, "Glück auf", Bochum
You aren't a metropolis
On your Königsallee
No fashion shows take place
Here where heart still counts
And not the big money
But really, who lives in Düsseldorf?
Bochum, I come from you
Bochum, I care for you
Oh, "Glück auf", Bochum
You are the canopy bed for pigeons
And constantly on coke
Have your arbor in the community garden
Defeat every opponent with a double pass
You and your VFL
Bochum, I come from you
Bochum, I care for you
Oh, "Glück auf", Bochum