tirsdag, oktober 10, 2006

Mit land

Fra: Chess (ABBA drengene):

No man, no madness
Though their sad power may prevail
Can possess, conquer, my country's heart
They rise to fail
She is eternal
Long before nations' lines were drawn
When no flags flew, when no armies stood
My land was born

And you ask me why I love her
Through wars, death and despair
She is the constant, we who don't care
And you wonder will I leave her - but how?
I cross over borders but I'm still there now

How can I leave her?
Where would I start?
Let man's petty nations tear themselves apart
My land's only borders lie around my heart

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Total paradoxal, er den uendeligt mangetydig... og man kan have stor glæde af musikken. Man får på en eller anden fantastisk måde sin nationalitet tilbage - selvom den bliver taget fra en i samme åndedrag.

Ak, de svenskere... man må nødvendigvis elske dem, på trods af den lille ting de ikke kan: det simple...

Per

1 kommentar:

jesper sagde ...

fedt per godt skrevet svin