On a Winter's Day Come Death

Dikt på utländska till minnet av Mr. Åke Lindberg

(morfar, korvätare och livsnjutare)

Fallen snow, weak and cold

Turns to warmth and now behold

A light is lit upon the king

Yet light will shadow bring

Snow has fallen, a season passed

and another and another, really fast

A new morning, another sunrise

Joy for the new, but sorrow too!

On a Winter's Day Comes Spring

Fallen snow, frost and shit

I don’t even care a bit

’bout those fools and their parade

It all sudden changes like the smell of an armpit

Snow has fallen, the frost has hit

they are fallin’ in their own spit

Fear me now, be very afraid

where shadow is not I will be lit