Nothing is better than to face the cold with you
There are people that emigrate to warm countries
But whe don't have money in our cold hands,
so we just go to your parents in Zoutelande, in Zoutelande
And so we sit here in the old beach house
What you tell me keeps me sober and warm
Above my head I see the grey clouds
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
We sit here in the worn out house
I've never cared where we were
We drown ourselves in your dads spirits
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
Nothing more beautiful than crossing the country with you
Having you with me in dejected places
And seeing that it's good, that we're vivacious
And with vodka and with bloater between lifebuoys
And so we sit here in the old beach house
What you tell me keeps me sober and warm
Above my head I see the grey clouds
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
We sit here in the worn out house
I've never cared where we were
We drown ourselves in your dads spirits
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
And so we sit here in the old beach house
What you tell me keeps me sober and warm
Above my head I see the grey clouds
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
I'm happy you're here
We sit here in the worn out house
I've never cared where we were
We drown ourselves in your dads spirits
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
in Zoutelande
in Zoutelande