Mareridt - Bisse

Han dejsede om på dansegulvet

Vi rullede ham ind under den mørkegrønne sofa

Hvor han endnu ligger den dag i dag

Politiet har endnu ikke været herude

Men jeg ved ikke hvor meget længere vi kan holde det her skjult

Spyfluerne kommer nu

Ingen kender ham

Ingen familie er trådt frem

Jeg bliver ved med at spørge mig selv hvorfor

Hvorfor han valgte at komme hertil

Og jeg har slemme mareridt

Han kommer hen mod mig

I sort silhuet spørger han mig blidt hvordan jeg har det

Jeg kan ik' forklare det

Det' den krimi

Det' den krimi

Det' den krimi

Det' den krimi

Det' den krimi

Det' den krimi

Den krimi

Det' den krimi, det' den krimi, det' den krimi, det' den krimi

Som hans liv sku' skrives ind i

Hver aften venter han i spænding på sine ukendte gerningsmænd

Det' den krimi, det' den krimi, det' den krimi, det' den krimi

Som hans liv sku' skrives ind i

Hver aften venter han i spænding på sine ukendte gerningsmænd

Det' den krimi

He danced around on the dance floor

We rolled him under the dark green couch

Where he still lies to this day

The police haven't been out here yet

But I don't know how much longer we can keep this under wraps

The blowflies are coming now

Nobody knows him

No family has come forward

I keep asking myself why

Why he chose to come here

And I have bad nightmares

He comes towards me

In black silhouette, he gently asks me how I feel

I can't explain it

It' that crime

It' that crime

It' that crime

It' that crime

It' that crime

It' that crime

The crime story

It' that crime, it' that crime, it' that crime, it' that crime

In which his life was to be written

Every night he waits in tension for his unknown perpetrators

It' that crime, it' that crime, it' that crime, it' that crime

In which his life was to be written

Every night he waits in tension for his unknown perpetrators

It' that crime