A mournful saxophone and heap of stones

Oh Swedish dramas fill the screens again
Furniture of birch  where murder hides
The end of summer and the evening sun

Men and women blond and equal stand
No gap at all and yet it is too wide
Those Swedish dramas fill the screens again

A mournful saxophone and heap of stones
When shall we see once more the bartered bride?
The end of summer and the evening sun.

As from the tomb, the murder victim rose………
Jesus Christ! His hands were open wide
Those myths and dreams will fill the screens  of man

Soon the epic Europe scheme disclosed
As the visions and the words elide
The end of summer and the evening’s done

Why was love not love but hate disguised?
Infernos red now burn the Nazis’ eyes
Yes, Europe’s dramas fill the screens again
The end  is nearer  than the evening sun