En Man I Sina Sämsta År
Lifelover
A Man in His Worst Years
My soul is cold and raw
Like a Russian oil trawler on an
Ice-cold December sea
All my ambition has sunk
Lost in the cold shower wind
Buried and dressed in muck
Somewhere deep down there
Hostility is the captain
Contemptuously ordering full speed
Towards the rocks, towards disaster
