There is a place to the south of Tønder
Where I once taught myself to run
Beneath the sound of North Frisia
Silent winter rising sun
Two hearts are not the same -
A fireman and the flame
We all are different side by side
We all are different
We all are different
There's a place south of Tønder
Where my face is a mask
We hear the sound of North Frisia
There´s no need for you to ask
Two hearts are not the same -
A fireman and the flame
We all are different in our minds
We all are different
We all are different
But this mask is our face and the air that we breathe is the same
Two hearts are not the same
A fireman says to the flame:
“Two hearts are different
Two hearts are different
Two hearts are different
But we both love this place and the air that we breathe is the same”
The air that we breathe...