Hanne Hukkelberg - The Professor lyrics

Hundred and fifty years old A mind colored in gold He barely believes he's alive Knuckles and blood's getting dry Can't go to sleep at night He has to complete his fight But everything draws towards an end He cannot any longer pretend But his work and ideas still live There's so much more to give There must be a way this can be solved A solution both simple and bold As clear as lightning from the sky As obvious as day and night The idea was that the professor, of course Needed a successor