Deep in the West
Where the sun is dusty
It's better
Much better than you think
Deep in the West
Deep in the West

You're not a beauty
Completely gray from work
You love yourself without makeup
You're an honest skin
Unfortunately totally built up
But that's exactly what makes you

You have a pulse of steel
You can hear it loud at night
You're just too modest
Your pit gold
Has brought us back up
You flower in the district

Bochum, I come from you
Bochum, I'm attached to you
Oh, good luck, Bochum

You're not a world city
On your King's Avenue
No fashion shows take place
Here, where the heart still counts
Not the big money
Who lives in Düsseldorf

Bochum, I come from you
Bochum, I'm attached to you
Oh, good luck, Bochum

You are the canopy bed for pigeons
And constantly on coke
Have your arbor in the allotment garden
Make with a double pass
Every opponent wet
You and your VFL

Bochum, I come from you
Bochum, I'm attached to you
Oh, good luck
Bochum, I come from you
Bochum, I'm attached to you
Oh, good luck
Oh, good luck
Oh, good luck Bochum

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