I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train

And it's long

Somewhere between Dunkirk an Paris

Most people here are still asleep

But I'm awake

Looking out from here -- at half-past France



Things are much different here than Norway

Not so cold

Wonder when we'll be in Dundee

Old Hollweg knows his way around

He's no fool

Wish I'd get to see my son again



From here on it's got to be

A simple case of them or me

If they're alive then I am dead

Pray God and eat your daily bread

Take your time



We're so far away

Floating in this bay

We're so far away from home

Where we belong



I'm not afraid now of the dark anymore

And many mountains now are molehills

Back in Berlin they're all well fed

I don't care

People always bored me anyway