Minnenas kväll [English translation]

I was shoved into a cafe,

I was pushed down on a chair,

and someone lit the lights.

I was jumping like a fish,

I poured myself a whisky

to collect my thoughts.

Because on the bright stage

was a real parade

of a strange gallery

Yes, it was pure acquaintances

from the old times that ran by.

There by the piano sat Rita,

I saw Juanita

tune the electric guitars.

Evelina took the base,

Ull Brannare took on

the polished drums.

And then the choir collected.

There stood the three muskateers

and the pale Julie

Johnny Boy counted in,

and then they sang their horrible melody.

"We are immortal, all immortal!

You have created us, thanks little friend!

We will become older than you, much older than you!

That one does survives himself.

When I went home in the night

I was a little tipsy

so I thought completely clear.

They were completely right

it can be worth a little sweat

to produce something good.

Because in spite of everything one has a choice;

One can be firm or slippery,

one can be honest or false.

Because one day it is too late

then may the others judge the pages one has.

Because we are immortal, all immortal.

We all are here in a evening of memories.

And it will become older than us, much older than us;

What one does survives one's self.

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