Räven [Raeven] [English translation]

"Jan Guillou is too masculine,

Anders Ehnmark is shameful

and Sven Lindqvist has sick fantisies!

Göran Skytte is a social climber

and Jan Myrdal entices

and Anderz Harning is a five stared pig!"

Yes, it whines and gripes

and it grumbles and it nags

about the few who have some substance.

With small pigskin tails

dwarfs fart on the giants;

one hardly believes it is true!

"They are sour" says the fox

about the glistening berries,

"and otherwise they are sitting wrong

But in the morning I will take them,

yes, in the morning I want to have them,

yes, in the morning they will see who I am!"

If merely half were performed,

if only half were completed,

of all the large apartments which were hatched while drunk at the pub

so would Sweden, my darling,

in a short time very near

a culture epicenter here on the Earth.

First a fraternization at the men's room,,

and then it is distributed chopped

towards the devils who have succeeded with their pens.

Yes, it pisses to the right

And it pisses to the left,

because no one dares to do the middle ground!

"One must wait for the berries"

said the pawky fox.

"Soon they will blow down themselves.

Then I can go here and pick them,

it can be dangerous to jump;

One had bad luck to stretch oneself."

The fox emphasizes about the night

along the dark barracks

where the exhausted chickens stand and doze.

Sometimes he steals the smallest

if he thinks he can have time,

but for the most part he lies there and dawdles.

Because those who risk their freedom

because they write for the life

and because they burn a short time on The Earth.

and those who risk their future

to scourge their time

they get fucking surely how the whining goes at the pub!

Let the dilettantes yap

yes, let them go there and rake

their corrupt dung heap of school scholarships!

They pull themselves back soon enough

there where the pensions taste

and where one desires the corruption of stipends.

"They were good" said the fox

where he went among the berries

which were long ago rotted and died.

They are perhaps a little yellow

they perhaps are a little ugly,

but I let them make me tired."

• Artist:Björn Afzelius
• Album:Nio liv (1985)