His name was Nick

 

does it feels like you have lost your way

you are no longer strong in the day

you feel nothing when you pray

your hair is starting to gray

In the night, you are sleepless

the days become gray

Your memory is gone away

your feeling helpless during the day

your memory is lost from the day

yesterday was there, they say

but it's lost somewhere

but you don't even care

you feel like there is nothing for you to do

you can't even remember how to tie a shoe

sometimes you wonder, what did I do

your life is gone, and you have lost someone

you stand alone

your dress is hanging on the bone

you can't even remember how to dial a phone

all you know is that you are at home

Do you remember the man with the hand

he was big and did not give a shit 

his name was Nick;

he used to beat you for the kick

he took your health money and your mind

he even tried to take your land

Nick used to beat you hard 

say mean words to you

so they hit you hard

even the cat went away

but the dog did stay

But honey, I swear

Nick is not here anymore

he is gone to the devil's town

where he will be in fear

prayers will not save him there

I'm here for you to answer your prayer

together we will give life fresh air

I will take away your fear

together we will dance barefoot, my dear

yesterday was a blur, but today will stay

your memory will newer again fade away 

Nick took many years away

but I'm here to make him pay

I'm here to stay

Höf : Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir

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