Björn Afzelius — Morristown song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Morristown" by Björn Afzelius.
Lyrics
Man brukar aldrig veta nr han kommer
Man anar aldrig nr han skall sl till
Dom gamla som har sett det ngra gnger
Dom sjer att han kommer nr han vill
Och s en kvll finns han dr P gatorna I Morristown
Han kommer sent om natten in p krogen
Som ligger I dom fattigas kvarter
Han sitter alltid vid det runda bordet
Dr ingen annan nnsin slr sej ner
S frgar han om det som hndt
P Sistone I Morristown
Han lyssnar och han nickar och han leker
Med kranieringen p sin ena hand
S bjer han sig sakta fram och smeker
Lngs ryggen p sin jttelika varg
S gr dom ut och slukas upp
Av dimmorna I Morristown
Och ryktet far p vingar genom staden
Att mannen och hans varg har kommit dit
Man vet att innan natten mter dagen
Skall ngon ha frvandlats till ett lik
Fr det r s det brukar g Nr han far in till Morristown
Nr solens frsta strlar bryter natten
Fr ordningsmakten sina direktiv
Det flyter en frvriden kropp I vattnet
En mrdare har pliktat med sitt liv
En sng str tom p stan’s hotell
I gryningen I Morristown
Lyrics translation
You never know when he's coming
You never know when he will turn to
The old ones who have seen it some times
They say he's coming when he wants to
And then he's on the streets of Morristown
He comes late at night in the tavern
Located in the poor neighborhood
He always sits at the round table
Dr no other nnsin slr sej down
So does he ask about it as hndt
P Lately In Morristown
He listens and he nods and he plays
With the cranium on one hand
S he slowly sucks and caresses
Is the back of his jttelika Wolf
So they go out and gobble up
Of the mists of Morristown
And the rumor goes P wings through the city
That the man and his Wolf have come there
It is known that before night mter day
Should anyone have turned into a corpse
Because that's usually when he goes to Morristown
When the first rays of the sun break the night
Fr law enforcement its directives
A twisted body floats in the water
A mrdare has pledged his life
A sng str tom P stan's hotel
At dawn in Morristown