You head south, to bridges and borders, to friends and their daughters,
To cowards you once considered your brothers, considered your brothers.
You head south, get rid of northern winds to be embraced by cold of these homes,
The buildings you've fled from, the alleys, the streets, the roads, the fields, the meadows, the woods, the hills that fall towards the ocean.
Writer(s): Sandstrom Martin Christoffer, Bilius Olle, Joenson Kristofer Harald Emanuel, Aspelin Fredrik Sven
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