In old Marstrand
Before the war
There were some monuments
So proud they roared
We rode our sleighs
Around these walls
Those tiny satellites
It held them all.
In old Marstrand
During the war
The buildings came and went
A molten core
We rode our sleighs
Amidst these ruins
Just tiny satellites-
Chaotic spins.
‘n Old Marstrand
After the war, you wore
A veil of shattered glass-
You were so pale
In old Marstrand
We’re settled dust
Once tiny satellites
And now we’re lost.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI