En sommar en gång
värmen sveper igenom
vi ler skrattande
men ett lömskt lugn infinner sig
någonstans i skogen
grottan där vi lekte som barn
en sargad kropp i evig sömn
berövad livets gryning
Vem var det som mördade honom
Vem var det som tog hans liv
ingen vet, ens idag
kastar mörker över vår idyll
Ett ljus som lyser ömt
ta oss mot bättre dagar
hans själ vandrar vidare
vi går sakta tillbaka
stigen leder oss hem
dagen har lidit mot sitt slut
vi försöker glömma
mordet i grottan
Vem var det som mördade honom
Vem var det som tog hans liv
ingen vet, ens idag
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A summer once
the warmth sweeps through
we smile laughing
but a sinister calm presents oneself
somewhere in the forest
the cave where where we played as children
a torn body in eternal sleep
deprived of the dawn of life
who murdered him
who took his life
nobody knows, even today
casting darkness upon our idyll
A light shining gently
bring us towards better days
his soul wanders on (to the afterlife)
we slowly head back
the path leads us home
the end of the day is drawing nearer
we try to forget
the murder in the cave
who murdered him
who took his life
nobody knows, even today
