Lars skrev texten på en segelbåt i stiltjen på Nordsjön. Synd att Johans låt inte matchade poesin.
At the edge of the frozen sea
I go under reefed sails
while the wind blows right through me
It feels like a thousand nails.
The wave is my enemy
You never know what will happen
when it passes under me.
but the rudder is my weapon.
From the water, from the sky,
out of the ground strikes a flame.
A flame that never wil fade away.
It’s the last spark of hope.
In the morning all sight is lost
a blizzard scratches my skin.
All the deck is covered with frost,
but I have a warmth within.
I go home to isles of green
to view the fields where I was born
and the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.
And there my father I will mourn.
My home, my castle, is my goal
and in my mind I have a goal.