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I was a young boy. I was only nineteen;
far up in the north at a place where I had never been.
I came all alone. I went far away
from home.
I left everything behind; a future I wanted to find.
I came from another country, but
I chose this land for me.
I didn't look different from the others and the language came easily
to me.
I came all alone. I went far away
from home.
I left everything behind; a future I wanted to find.
But maybe my fault was that I drove
a big foreign car.
Also I played in a band, played the drums and the guitar.
And, of course, I also had very
long hair.
So maybe some people thought: look out and beware!
I came all alone. I went far away
from home.
I left everything behind; a future I wanted to find.
Anyway, I got this phone call; the
police wanted to talk to me.
Somebody had accused me of things that couldn't be.
I went to the station. I wanted
to tell the truth.
I wanted to show them that I was just a normal and innocent youth.
I came all alone. I went far away
from home.
I left everything behind; a future I wanted to find.
When I came to the station the officer
made me look outside.
He pointed at the church under a beautiful northern light.
He told me that the church was the
only thing that was spared.
All the houses and everything was burned. He told me things I had
never heard.
He told me about the war. He told
me about a time
when my father was a little child; about a time that wasn't mine.
I came all alone. I went far away
from home.
I left everything behind; a future I wanted to find.
He made me feel that I had to take
all the shame.
He made me feel that I personally was to blame.
I came all alone. I went far away
from home.
I left everything behind; a future I wanted to find.
I came all alone. I went far away
from home.
I left everything behind; a future I wanted to find.
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