Roaring 40's - Christian Kjellvander

Humble me as if I were ten

Unfulfilled dreams and captains

In a distorted reverie I made out her call

The vastest desert of them all

Drawn, shiny calm, to your mystery

I wanted revenge

But so, so did she

«I am the eldest of three sisters

Born down around the roaring forties

I have been sent to be your mistress

Young man you’re coming down with me»

So I recited from my rut, still undecided in my gut

How I wish, it was enough for me — the love of a family

«we could so easily enjoy you

And easier we could destroy you

Me and my sisters never age

Me and my sisters rage»

Ok, lord grant us a daughter of our own

We’d name her fire, because the water is worn