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The Enemy
When I was young and the night fell over my bed
I was scared to fall asleep, would i wake up again?
The nights filled with horrors, I was terribly scared
I never want to be that scared again
but nothing is worse than reality
when it creeps up on you
for hatred and violence is real and more damning than that
I'm scared of marching boots and echoing cries
Scared little boys that gather in groups and merge in to one
I'm scared of the adults when they argue and fight
I'm scared when i hear them say: you're not like us
By a lake somewhere in Sweden the sun lost its glow
Black veils, police, there the idea of the welfare state laid dead
God should a pulled the brake for the course of the universe
The bells ring, the birds silence their song
Now it's time we wake up, rise from our Sleeping Beauty sleep
they're killing our friends, while we still live in a dream
I'm scared of marching boots and echoing cries
Scared little boys that gather in groups and merge in to one
I'm scared of the adults when they argue and fight
I'm scared when i hear them say: you're not like us
For us children of the proud projects we who've never been in war
the story is over, the time of innocence has passed
It's gone like the boy at the lake, he's never coming back
The air vibrates with anxiety, of threats and hatred
Air it out, open all the windows
Stop pretending nothing happened
Things like that only happens at other places
But it's here among us that something has happened
I'm scared of marching boots and echoing cries
Scared little boys that gather in groups and merge in to one
I'm scared of the adults when they argue and fight
I'm scared when i hear them say: you're not like us
Steel-toed boots gives power because the body is soft
That the strong is correct that thought makes me ill
Bash in the skull of the enemy, svartskalle, jew and fag.
I kick at the head, I didn't think he would die
Soon the earth is covered by darkness from a primeval no man's land
There we are at last in the forest by the summer shore
Behind my word the terror lurks
And sadness over him the one that disappear
You, who should have been his brother and friend: The enemy was never him
I'm scared of marching boots and echoing cries
Scared little boys that gather in groups and merge in to one
I'm scared of the adults when they argue and fight
I'm scared when i hear them say: you're not like us
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friday
submitted on 1 Oct 2023 - 10:21
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Sleeping Beauty is called Törnrosa in Swedish.
Svartskalle is a derogatory term for black people that doesn't really have good english translation. It's literal translation is black head.
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Thanks @friday. Can you change 'that that' to 'than that', and 'the argue' to 'they' in each repetition please?