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
Down 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
Bjørn Felle - Halloumi Lyrics
Bjørn Felle - Halloumi Lyrics
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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
Down 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
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
Down 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
Writer: Bjørn Felle
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