Häxjakt [Haexjakt] [English translation]

Nothing seems for granted any longer,

not even that I am me.

They beat me often when I write

something I think seems good.

Because then the small trolls come out of the walls,

and the dwarfs out of the paintings,

and begin to pull each others beards

and fight about how I ought to be.

The fine thing is when people one knew

who thinking and oscillating

disown both relatives and friends

and go and become baffled.

When they dust off the white collars

and sniffle like a bureaucrat,

And when the voices go lower,

yes, then it is really fucking good!

Then may one hear gigantic truths,

hear the religious blending,

hear how everything in itself seems to be,

oh yeah, how it is.

I think that for a time

everything was Olof Palme's fault,

and proof that the People's home

was completely crooked.

So now is the city also mature

to lead the subjects

when they who wobble out from the bar

become nailed up in Calvary?

Yes, now there are the Witnesses who ferment of excellence,

the witness who are full of meddling,

the witnesses who sell out their own brothers,

oh yeah, their own brother.

Far, far away in the fog

sits The Creator on his throne

and writes a contract with the Devil.

Who cares about the shrieks

from the ground below

where the powerless beat the life out of each other?

I learned when I was little

and the tent church came to the town

That it is not just the alcohol

which draws a person down in the day.

No, it also includes dance and film

and love during teenage years.

It was 1959.

Now we are actually on the way there again!

So let us gamble, and climb the walls!

Gamble, and burn all the heretics!

Gamble, hold no half-measures here

oh no, half measures!

• Artist:Björn Afzelius
• Album:Innan tystnaden (1982)