He's wearing shades in this obscured room.
His left ear torn off, some fingers missing.
He's pretending I'm not there
The porter is blind,
and I don't like
the way he's acting to me
I did not come for him
He could have known
I came for his boss, the geographer
This boss doesn’t know,
at least he’s acting this way
So I show him the letter
that I got from my master, it says
“I wish your pupil a flourishing trip to Oslo"
Signed by the man who's in front of me.
I don't understand what's happening here
And I can't get the things I need.
The only thing I think about
are those photographs
But I don't dare to ask the man behind his desk
It doesn't seem to interest him.
He doesn’t seem to listen
He’s only throwing up these words
I don't want to hear, he says:
"I'd like to walk around with you in Oslo"
Says the man who's in front of me.
I don't see why he doesn't pay attention
and listens to the words I have to say.
I join the old man, sightseeing through Oslo
I wasted my time, he doesn’t have the photographs
He sends me to another institution, in Trondheim
There might be a chance to get what I need
Ask for Mr Hvalbiff, he will be glad to meet you
Says the man who’s in front of me
I don’t see why he doesn’t help me
He promised, he promised