Leaving your country
Becoming a stranger
In a well-known country
Coming home
By going away
Ferryboat
The Spring War
The war started
Early in May
Being lost a surprisingly
Quick speed
We hid in our basements
Trying to make the most of it
But when the heavy rains
Started in June
We had enough
By then the war was over
But the problems remained
So we took our last money
And went to the mountain
Being treated as outcasts by
The locals
We spent the evenings
Discussing Nietzsche and kept
To ourselves
In the autumn we returned
To the city with
A completely new view of the world
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Wartime Walk
Running for my life
It is early in the morning
The first day of the war
I am sweating
The blood in the gutter
And all the bodies
Still warm torned apart
Bloodless white skin
I have no time
Time ended today
Still time is important
If there is any chance
We might make it
But the truth is
It is too late
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The Old Country
Disasters come and go
We had luck and got
Through on a number
Travelling with a little
Different drama
Memories never left us
Covering us in dust and cobwebs
Trying to adjust to a new world
Is difficult
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Denmark
The dark side om mankind
Is not only to be found in war
In the most peaceful places
The worst evil abound
The evil of selfishness
Is hard to forgive
And we should never forget
The darkness that dwells within
Is often worse than
That, that is visible
Harder than stone
Is still the will
But broken it shall always be
In the end
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