Halloumi Songtext
von Bjørn Felle

Two thumbs up in photos
Of you with your broken bone
Acquaintances from all over the world
Ensure you′re not alone

Eurovision parties
In a windmill full of cats
With vodka cocktails, crudités on patios,
In boater hats

(Halloumi! Halloumi!)
Now you're Mr Popular
But you know there must be more
Although you′re no philosopher

(Halloumi! Halloumi!)
Push the emptiness away
Drown your sorrows in the selfies
That you're taking every day


Grimacing in photos
Of your cousin's wedding day
You recognise in others′ eyes despondency
But cannot say

Tag yourself in pictures
So everybody knows you′re there
If you don't stand out then you′ll comment endlessly
About your hair

(Halloumi! Halloumi!)
Smiling like Euphrosyne
But you're one third in the underworld
Just like Persephone

(Halloumi! Halloumi!)
And where′s your Demeter now?
Crushing tulips in a field
Applying filters to conceal
That there's nothing to reveal
Beneath it all