Paroles de My Summer Sojourn

This is my congregation. These are my words to you, Made of sugar, spice and everything that's nice. You live a life of rain and everything insane. In a heartbeat passed all my days abroad. Beautiful as I've been told, but it only takes a bit of vemod, a bit of nostalgia, to fortify my frustrations, my restrained feelings, in my summer sojourn. But that brief visit was a reconnaissance flight. Now all hope remains in transit. So, hold your protectorate and my arrival will not be in vain. In memory of our rainy, nevertheless beautiful, svensk sommar...