Vertaling van: Blof - Zoutelande

Nothing's better than defying the cold with you
Some people may emigrate to warmer places
But we have no money in our cold hands
So we just go to your parents in Zoutelande, in Zoutelande

And then we sit here in the old beach house
What you're telling keeps me sober and warm
Over my head I see grey clouds
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
We're sitting here in the wonky beach house
It never really mattered to me where we were
We're drowning ourselves in your father's drinks
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here

Nothing's nicer than crossing the country with you
Having you with me in gloomy places
And to see everything's alright
To see we're effervescing
With vodka and with a bloater, between lifebuoys

And then we sit here in the old beach house
What you're telling keeps me sober and warm
Over my head I see grey clouds
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here
We're sitting here in the wonky beach house
It never really mattered to me where we were
We're drowning ourselves in your father's drinks
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 then we sit here in the old beach house
What you're telling keeps me sober and warm
Over my head I see 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

We're sitting here in the wonky beach house
It never really mattered to me where we were
We're drowning ourselves in your father's drinks
I'm happy you're here, happy you're here

In Zoutelande
In Zoutelande