My fiance was a fashion-geek, a dandy and prince charming
Might be, for my sake, that's the reason i fell for him
But now these times are over, since long ago
You saw it on my photograph
His shoes are too big, his hat is too tight
His pants are too small, and his coat is too long
But that doesn't matter, cause he is my soldier
Somewhere in sweden
You've seen on my picture, hair's not cut, I look groggy
At times I don't shave for weeks on end
But it doesn't matter, cause I am your soldier
Somewhere in Sweden
We had to stand at attention
We little women, for our guys in blue (1)
Who are lieing here and there
In forests and on skerry islets (2)
He says: "the pay we receive is pretty miserable"
So we can probably not get married this year
But that doesn't matter, cause he is my soldier
Somewhere in sweden
Yesterday I met by the train station
My darling, because he got leave
We drove home in the car
And he dressed in civilian clothes
Afterwards at the "cecil" pub, A table for two in the corner
He didn't talk a lot, but simply nodded and dozed off
But that doesn't matter, cause he is my soldier
Somewhere in sweden