I tacksamt minne till dig
1989 – 2006
A sad song in the sky,
A white horse last breath while she dies,
One last time she whispers to me,
Love blessings and lucky to be.
A red sun shines on her eyes,
He has come to take her be,
She always taught me to be wise,
And now let her becoming free.
I tell her then she has to leave,
To run across the trackless sand,
In that wind chased forgotten land
We will meet again you and me,
On grassy plains to drink the wind stream,
Beside the wild untamed sea,
Until then I see you there in the depth of every dream.
