Two brothers from the south of Sweden came to stay with me.
One of them would have gotten my virginity
but he didn’t know that back then, did he!
He didn’t know that back then.

He went a bit rough on my poetry,
said: "There’s no chance in hell this will ever grow to be anything."
He said: "I mostly like Dylan myself."
I said: "Shocking! Well."
Then he said something else, I didn’t understand
Because he came from the south of Sweden, 
he spoke just like a Dane.
And I’m in Lund again, and nothing’s fixed that ever was broken.
And I’m in Lund again, and I still don’t get things right.
And I’m in Lund again, and maybe they have grown up
and maybe they are here
because there’s a glow of spring in the hall tonight.