Sidste Skrig - Barbara Moleko

Han var en halvkendt arkitekt

Han fik os gratis ind

Hun synes, han var lækker

Hun lagde sig mod hans kind

Og ligemeget hvad han gjorde

Så hørt' hun på

Hans mangel på respekt

Var det hun over så

Han var rigtig flink

Unden indre varme

Hun blev for blindet af hans stil

Hans sød og charme

Nu går hun kun i tøj

Som han kan li'

Blev hun hans design?

Altid klædt på i sidste skrig

Ja vi ku' godt se det

Men hun blev ved

Længere og længere gled hun ned

For hun var vild med ham

Ja det kunne vi se

Vi sagde ikke noget

Vi gjorde ingenting

Nu kigger hun på os

Med øjne uden lys

Og ringer kun tilbage

Når manden han er ude bys

Forvirret og for længe blev det ved

Hun forvekselede det med kærlighed

For han var rigtig flink

Unden indre varme

Hun blev for blindet af-ja hans stil

Hans sød og charme

Endelig lang om lange

Var det forbi

Over alle bjerge

Hører vi det sidste skrig Owow-oh-oh

Ja vi ku' godt se det, Yeah

(men hun blev ved)

Længere og længere blev du ved

For hun var vild med ham

(det ku' vi se)

Vi sagde ikke noget

Vi gjorde ingenting

Vi ku' ik' sige det

(vi ku' ikke sige noget)

Nej nej

(langsomt forsvandt hun ind til ingenting)

Ind til ingen ting

(hun var vild med ham)

Hun var vild med ham

(det ku' vi se)

Vi sagde ik' noget

Vi gjorde ingenting

He was a well-known architect

He got us in for free

She thinks he was delicious

She lay down against his cheek

And no matter what he did

Then she listened

His lack of respect

Was that she over then

He was really nice

Without internal heat

She was too blinded by his style

His sweetness and charm

Now she only wears clothes

As he likes

Did she become his design?

Always dressed in the last scream

Yes, we could see that

But she kept going

Farther and farther she slid down

Because she loved him

Yes we could see that

We did not say anything

We did nothing

Now she's looking at us

With eyes without light

And only calling back

When the man he is out of town

Confused and for too long it kept going

She confused it with love

Because he was really nice

Without internal heat

She became too blinded by — yes, his style

His sweetness and charm

Finally long at long

Was it over

Over all mountains

Do we hear the last scream Owow-oh-oh

Yes, we could see that, Yeah

(but she kept going)

Longer and longer you kept going

Because she loved him

(we could see that)

We did not say anything

We did nothing

We could not say that

(we could not say anything)

no no

(slowly she disappeared into nothingness)

In to nothing

(she loved him)

She loved him

(we could see that)

We did not say anything

We did nothing