Skandináv éjszakák [English translation]

I've just opened my eyes, yet I'd gladly close them once again

The blinding light is glaring into my eyes, and my head aches inside and out

This is a war, too - and Monday is the enemy

But I surrender and let it take me. All I want is a beer

I swear, our stairs are the darkest of all

In the postbox, a letter, unknown handwriting

The sender... what the! Am I awake or is this but a dream?

All of a sudden, thousands of long-gone images gleam

Names, faces, places, long Scandinavian nights

The world's frigid, but not rigid

There were names, faces, places

Cramped rooms in cheap hotels

You see, the world gave a day or two, which live on

The seaside pubs, the always-deserted station

The incessantly shivering Hindu chef who drank grog with us

Perhaps he's still listening drunkenly to the blues

And the girl - my God - finally wrote to me again