It is cold in Paris and London
It is cold here in Stockholm too
The chill is spreading from the north
Every night is one degree colder
Come here tonight and warm up yourself
Come here with wine and bread
You know as well as I do
That this is a fight to death
No lies anymore, I say what I see
and I refuse to stop fighting
Come here tonight and conspire,
come here and plan a revolution.
For those who love it's never too late.
For those who love the light always shines.
For those who love have their own rules.
For those who love there always comes a new day.
Those tired old men,
who have the world in their hands,
with a move of their finger
they can turn roses to dust.
Wind blows over the world,
it blows coldly over the land and city
and that wind desires nothing more
than to put love into its grave.
No lies anymore, I say what I see
and I refuse to stop fighting.
And if the wind has something to fear,
you know it's us.
For those who love it's never too late.
For those who love the light always shines.
For those who love have their own rules.
For those who love there always comes a new day.
I hold you tight,
I want to feel the beating of your heart
To feel the breath in your lungs
To feel that we still believe that
For those who love it's never too late.
For those who love the light always shines.
For those who love have their own rules.
For those who love there always comes a new day.