But I can't sleep, so I write to a man. From Tromsø to Bergen, and on to Skjøbelbad. And always on the way, so filled with both hope and sorrow. And always on the way, so filled with both hope and sorrow. Maybe we'll meet again in Tromsø, to Stockholm we can also go. We'll meet again somewhere in Scandinavia. Four weeks on the road gives many memories. Some you want to forget, others get their own song. And to all the friends who never disappear. Can we say again, we'll meet again next time. From Tromsø to Bergen, and on to Skjøbelbad. And always on the way, so filled with both hope and sorrow. Maybe we'll meet again in Tromsø, to Stockholm we can also go. We'll meet again somewhere in Scandinavia. From Tromsø to Bergen, and on to Skjøbelbad. And always on the way, so filled with both hope and sorrow. Maybe we'll meet again in Tromsø, to Stockholm we can also go. We'll meet again somewhere in Scandinavia. Somewhere in Scandinavia. Somewhere in Scandinavia.