(Aningen fritt efter Simon & Garfinkel – ”The Boxer”)
I am just a Swedish heathen,
But my story’s seldom told.
I have volunteered for different causes
But I still remain as poor, such are promises
For all our leaders lie,
Still christian men hear what they want to hear
But disregard the rest.
When I left my home and family
I was just sixteen years old
And I joined the Swedish Army
And I never left it since.
I’m a part of the resistance
Though I serve the state as well.
And my Gods have never failed me
Though my country often has
So I go where all my brethren go,
Looking for the places only they would know.
And we’re only asking workman’s wages
As we do the job at hand.
And as sure as fortune favors us
There might be better times to come
In this our land
I do declare
There were times when I found freedom
In doing what was banned
le le le le le le le
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
But it doesn’t mean a thing to me
If people think I’m mad
Where the New York Times writers
Aren’t insulting us
In a clearing stands a heathen
And he’s a fighter by his trade
And he carries the mementos
Of every man that he brought down
As he won and so cried out:
”I shall put you all to shame”
Never leaving, Never leaving
For our struggle still remains…