There's nothing better than withstanding the cold with you:
there are people who emigrate to warm countries.
But we have no money in our cold hands,
so we just go to your parents' in Zoutelande
In Zoutelande
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And we're sitting here in the old house by the beach
The things you tell keep me sober and warm
Above my head I see the gray clouds.
I'm glad that you're here,
glad that you're here
We're here in the shaky house by the beach.
It never mattered where we were to me, anyway.
We drown ourselves in your father's booze.
I'm glad that you're here,
glad that you're here.
Nothing is better than traversing the country with you
To have you with me in the miserable places.
And to see that it's all right,
to see that we prosper,
both with vodka and with herring
between the lifelines.
[chorus]
I'm glad that you're here [4x]
[chorus]
In Zoutelande [3x]