Herbert Gr - Bochum (eng)

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, glck 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... 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 ... oh, glck auf oh, glck auf oh, glck auf - my home