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 moyo I feel I've not yet done enough
For these people I know, this place that I upendo 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 samaki 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...
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