HemSorg i överflöd
Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game...
13 horses, swimming in the sea, they don't even know it's pointless. The pride remains, but this time it won't help
They used to be so tall, and suddenly they're small. There's a couple, way too far behind, soon they will be out of sight. But then, who cares? They're dying anyway, all of them are doomed this night.
11 horses, swimming in the sea. the sea they thought was just a river. They're used to this. It's probably just a race. That helps to ease their minds, but where's the finish line? The night grows dark, the body wants to rest, it hurts to breathe, and still they do their best. They want to live, no matter for how long Their thoughts have disappeared, 'cause now they're pretty scared.
7 horses, struggling in the sea, waiting for someone to find them. They don't look back, 'cause what's the point of that, there is only death behind them. They cry for help, but help will never come they don't know where to swim,
or what they're swimming from. They try to swim some more, when panic starts to spread, their swimming into shore. But only in their heads.
3 last horses, dying in the sea, shouting out their cries for no one. They're born to win, they're screaming in their hearts, the stength of 1000 men, they're fighting 'til the end. The sun is up, birds are everywhere, they're flying high, surfing in the air. It's nice to live, when life is such a blast. One horse still swims, it seems to be the last. The 13th horse, has always been the best. His owner will be proud, but now he wants to rest. He's longing for his home, the girl will give him food, "good boy" she'll say, together they will play.
13 horses, swimming in the sea, soon they will be gone forever, and while they swim, one thing still remains, and that's the hope that never dies. It never dies. It never dies.
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game...
Sänder även en tanke till våra grannar i Norge för den hemska förödelsen som skett. Det är svårt att ta in vad som har hänt, det känns som att sådana här saker bara händer i filmer. Och stackars ungdomar som helt enkelt var på fel plats vid fel tidpunkt. Hemskt hemskt hemskt... Hur kan en man vara så iskall och hjärtlös? Ja mår illa varje gång jag tänker på det. Vem fan vill försvara en sådan idiot i domstolen? Idioti alltihop.
Låt de avlidna få vila i frid medan de anhöriga får all kärlek och hjälp de behöver i svåra stunder!
13 horses, swimming in the sea. waiting for someone to find them. Their ship is gone, and now they're all alone with water everywhere around them. The men were saved, from the sinking ship, right before it started to burn. And while they're safe, their loyal friends need help. Patiently waiting for their turn.13 horses, swimming in the sea, they don't even know it's pointless. The pride remains, but this time it won't help
They used to be so tall, and suddenly they're small. There's a couple, way too far behind, soon they will be out of sight. But then, who cares? They're dying anyway, all of them are doomed this night.
11 horses, swimming in the sea. the sea they thought was just a river. They're used to this. It's probably just a race. That helps to ease their minds, but where's the finish line? The night grows dark, the body wants to rest, it hurts to breathe, and still they do their best. They want to live, no matter for how long Their thoughts have disappeared, 'cause now they're pretty scared.
7 horses, struggling in the sea, waiting for someone to find them. They don't look back, 'cause what's the point of that, there is only death behind them. They cry for help, but help will never come they don't know where to swim,
or what they're swimming from. They try to swim some more, when panic starts to spread, their swimming into shore. But only in their heads.
3 last horses, dying in the sea, shouting out their cries for no one. They're born to win, they're screaming in their hearts, the stength of 1000 men, they're fighting 'til the end. The sun is up, birds are everywhere, they're flying high, surfing in the air. It's nice to live, when life is such a blast. One horse still swims, it seems to be the last. The 13th horse, has always been the best. His owner will be proud, but now he wants to rest. He's longing for his home, the girl will give him food, "good boy" she'll say, together they will play.
13 horses, swimming in the sea, soon they will be gone forever, and while they swim, one thing still remains, and that's the hope that never dies. It never dies. It never dies.
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