400 slag - KENT

Domen fѓ¶ll pѓҐ en morgonflight till London

sѓҐ tysta tunga steg pѓҐ vѓ¤g mot dig

Domen fѓ¶ll trots att du alltid anvѓ¤nt kondom

och med lien pѓҐ svaj sѓҐ vѓ¤ntar din gamle vѓ¤n

Och som ni lekte nѓ¤r ni var barn

och du stod givakt med din rygg rak och tog

fyrahundra slag

Sѓ¶mnen kom och du som lѓҐg sѓҐ rѓ¤tt i tiden

domen fѓ¶ll som tѓҐrar mot din skѓ¤rm

Sѓ¶mnen kom som en ѓҐsikt hѓ¶gervriden,

men mot dollar och yen sѓҐ blir dѓ¶den lѓ¤tt ett skѓ¤mt

Och som ni lekte nѓ¤r ni var barn

Du fѓ¶rlorade ditt krig

Du stѓҐr ensam kvar

och ingen kommer till ditt fѓ¶rsvar

SѓҐ du stѓҐr givakt med din rygg rak och tar

fyrahundre slag

The verdict fell on a morning flight to London

so quiet heavy steps on the way to you

The verdict fell even though you always used a condom

and with the scythe on the sway, your old friend is waiting

And like you played when you were kids

and you stood guard with your back straight and took

four hundred strokes

The sleep came and you who lay right in time

the verdict fell that tears against your screen

The sleep came as a sight turned right,

but against the dollar and the yen, death is easily a shame

And like you played when you were kids

You lost your war

You're left alone

and no one comes to your defense

So you stand guard with your back straight and take

four hundred strokes