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Bochum - Herbert Gronemeyer (赫伯特·格朗内每尔)

Sun still fighting

Through smoke and steam

Life here's better

Than you could ever dream

Life here's better

Life here's better

I know you're no beauty

For work's lined your face

You don't like wearing make-up

You're an honest place

Where the human race

Isn't always in competition

Your heartbeat's of metal

It hammers out through the night

The foundation of prosperity

You're a working town

Don't let them put you down

You bloom in your own way

Bochum, I call you home

Bochum, you're in my bones

Oh, glück auf, my home

You're not a neon playground

There are no fashion shows here

You're not a postcard for the tourists

Here it's the heart that counts

Not the size of bank accounts

You've never sold yourself away

Bochum, I call you home

Bochum, you're in my bones

Oh, glück auf, my home

May your smile shine on forever

Through the cold dust it gleams

Be proud of your tiny gardens

Proud of your traffic lights

Proud of your chimney-stacks

Proud of your football team

Bochum, I call you home

Bochum, you're in my bones

Bochum, I call you home

Bochum, you're in my bones