Ballad of a Romantic
I hear the screams of seas
The whispers of trees
Hear the roar of the beast
That lives inside of human beings’
Hear the call to love
Even in the books of law
I’m dancing with dot
That I’ve admiring a lot
I slept with comma
Upset ‘cuz of this pathetic drama
In this theatre called life
I dance with a sharp knife
Got bored of the optimistic lies
Beyond them hear the song, coming from farms
It’s ballad of lost sons!
If you act fairly
You’ll lose early
You’ll be saved early
If you play faster
In this game we’re puppets
God is the master!
There’s no outer ways
So abandon your hopes
That nobody cares
All you have read is a requiem
Written for our lives that is pathetic
All you have read is a ballad
Written by a romantic…
Herr Mannelig