Hundra mil från Marianne [Hundra mil fraan Marianne] [English translation]

Like snowflakes in the storm

pass the people by.

They twirl like autumn leaves

before their last battle.

It rains over the big city,

he freezes where he goes.

A stranger among strangers,

a wandering without a goal.

Neon signs reflect themselves

in cars and concrete.

and the mannequins smile like

they are humming a song:

"Come closer, come closerr!

Here we sell courage.

For a small amount of money you can feel

like a king even though you are a page."

And I see that you are crying, Marianne

Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne.

And the entertainment temples offer

their calming music,

and the community one knows

with a one armed bandit.

And the savior behind the bar counter,

he smiles and fills up

and pretends that it is raining

when someone bursts into tears.

And I see that you are crying, Marianne.

Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne.

Marianne, a hundred miles from your loving embrace

in a three year loneliness.

Marianne, it can tear the strongest band,

But what does the power of it matter.

He wanders around in the night

so far from his friend

Along alleys where one is offered

The Big Love:

For a hundred crowns one may see

how man fathers children,

and for 10 more one may take

the porn magazine one wants to have.

His feverish eyes

see how the bingo sharks

may eat old fighters

into only bones.

And the eyes of the old ones

reflect the same loneliness

like that which he is shadowing

in his silent apartment.

And I see that you are crying, Marianne

Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne

Marianne, he was in danger where your work was,

since they looted a part of our country.

Yet he knows that some of the fault was his

that you slip away from each other.

He stands at the boats,

he shivers like in a cramp.

For a short second it attracts

the water's oily soft embrace.

So he closes his pale hand,

and anger pours forth.

He whispers: We will show them,

we are alive, Marianne!

And I see that you are crying, Marianne.

Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne.

• Artist:Björn Afzelius
• Album:Bakom Kulisserna (1979)