I smell that salty breeze blowing through the fjord
I hear those creaky ships as old board meets old board

I breath in the place I live and wonder what else can I give this home
My home

Wandering through the town with everyone doing all of their stuff
Somewhere in my hart-, hart I feel I've not yet done enough

For these people I know, this place that I love so
My home
My home

I whistle as I walk, a lovely smell of kransekake
Walking out of the baker’s door
The merchants haggling over vis remind me I have what I wish
'Cause I'm not alone anymore

I’m grateful for this castle
And for everything we've got
Especially...