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The Free Republic of the Murdered

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I ate my oatmeal and read the paper
Took my bag and kissed my wife
The snow was deep and the night shone on my tracks
On the road where I'd walked for thirteen long years
 
And on this day the wind blew from the north
We welded on the deck some thirty meters above the ground
Then I heard a rumble and someone who yelled: -Sven!
But everything disappeared in blood and fire and then night came again
 
Then I woke up in a casket made out of fir
And I thought that this, this really is something
And my wife she cried and looked deathly pale
While the priest prayed to god with his nose up in the sky
 
Then I was lowered to my simple flat
And I started to roll my thumbs in my quiet solitude
Then someone said: -Comrade and best corpse
Welcome to the free republic of the murdered
 
And there among rocks, among roots, sand and mold
People laid in line, the ground was full
Of women and men who once worked
And they rose so the Earth shook and sang a song:
 
''We were murdered in the Swedish industry
We're five hundred a year who gets slaughtered like pigs
In the factories where they suck out our marrow
And the biggest of all murderers is Jacob Wallenberg
 
It was we who kept his factory rolling
It was we who fell and got carried out like corpses
We bowed to the executioner, we fed him fat
While the social democrats and the union ran and polished his shoes
 
Now we're demanding revenge, hear our bitter scream
You can hear it through the machines in every factory
You can hear it in the wind and in the song of high pines
And you have to do your duty and get revenge for us once
 
And through the machines we sing to you:
Study Marx and Lenin and unite
The fight must be class against class
And in silence we will rise and be with you then
 


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On the sunday we'll go to pitch,
To cheer on our SPAL
When they want, they can play
And nobody can stop them
Come on, let's go, boys,
That we'll make'em feel scared
If we want to win, we can do it
Shot these balls inside their net.
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

If by disgrace they score against us,
Dribble em'all, even the fullbacks.
With courage and confidence,
Bring forward that ball.
Let's go SPAL, we are in Serie B
We don't want Serie C anymore
Let's go SPAL, keep going
That we'll win the Serie B!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

All the crowd is anxious
Their eyes are on the ball
The fans are in frendzy:
'Let's go SPAL, we'll go in Serie A!'
Let's go, let's go, let's go SPAL
We've had enough of suffering
We are stronger than ever
Let's go SPAL and you'll win!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 


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Nowkhosravani 4/ you are that cloud which...





They say a beautiful flower compares to the moon the moon to the sun,
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but I can’t anymore—I want to run away.
 

You wear a beautiful dress,
smiling so innocently.
But even that kind of happiness scares me,
so I can’t anymore—I want to run away.
 

What should I do?
All these fakes keep changing my life.
 

Love is always a coward,
always afraid of words.
Blindfolded— in the darkness, my hands can’t grasp the light.
 

What should I do?
All these fakes keep changing my life.
 

“Even if it costs me my life,”
“I will protect you.”
But if that’s not how this goes,
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A Prayer





Gazing into an angel’s smile
A deaf old lady folds her hands together
In the empty space of the church
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The light of the small flame fades
The evening rises [its] crow wings
The old lady closes1 her eyes
The church drowns in the dark of the night
 

A prayer will turn into a trifle
Every problem, every quarrel
In the empty space of the church
The candle next to the altar goes out
 
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