i was bored in a fjord and i curse the heart and soul of scandinavia let the people burn let their children cry and die in blind asylums but then you came along and you held out your hand and i fell in love with you and scandinavia i kiss the soil i hug the soil i eat the soil and i praise the god who made you stab me in your own time in scandinavia unprotesting i ll die in scandinavia pinned to a crime in trondheim i despise each syllable in scandinavia let the people burn let their children cry and die in blind asylums but then you came along and you held out your hand and i fell in love with you and scandinavia i kiss the soil i hug the soil i eat the soil and i praise the god who made you stab me in your own time in scandinavia unprotesting i ll die in scandinavia