Amen
Stefan Andersson Lyrics
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Låt alla människor veta att sorgens färg är röd som blod, så röd som blod
Amen farväl, min vän amen vi ses igen i himmelen
Jag sitter på en stol når nästan marken med min fot
Och alla runtomkring alla smeker de min kind min hud min hand min hals
Amen farväl, min vän amen vi ses igen i himmelen
Vi ses igen i himmelen vi ses igen i himmelen vi ses igen i himmelen
I guld och silvertråd bärs jag fram av åtta män
Och alla bugar sig åh, vad jag längtar hem till mig, till dig, till oss
Amen farväl, min vän amen vi ses igen i himmelen
Amen
In Stefan Andersson's song "Amen," the singer speaks about death and mourning after the loss of someone important. The first verse calls for all the clocks to ring and for everyone to know that the color of sorrow is as red as blood. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, which expresses the grief and loss that the singer feels.
The second verse speaks about the physicality of mourning, with the singer seated on a low stool and people around him touching and comforting him. The repetition of the chorus, "Amen farväl, min vän amen vi ses igen i himmelen" (Amen farewell, my friend amen we'll see each other again in heaven), not only highlights the mourning process but also provides a sense of hope for the future.
Overall, the song is a poignant reflection on the universal human experience of grief and loss, coupled with a hopeful message of reunion in the afterlife.
Line by Line Meaning
Låt alla klockor ringa min fader konungen är död
Let all the bells ring, my father the king is dead
Låt alla människor veta att sorgens färg är röd som blod, så röd som blod
Let all the people know that the color of sorrow is red like blood, so red like blood
Amen farväl, min vän amen vi ses igen i himmelen
Amen farewell, my friend amen we'll meet again in heaven
Jag sitter på en stol når nästan marken med min fot
I sit on a chair, my foot almost touching the ground
Och alla runtomkring alla smeker de min kind min hud min hand min hals
And everyone around me stroke my cheek, my skin, my hand, my neck
Vi ses igen i himmelen vi ses igen i himmelen vi ses igen i himmelen
We'll meet again in heaven, we'll meet again in heaven, we'll meet again in heaven
I guld och silvertråd bärs jag fram av åtta män
In gold and silver threads I'm carried by eight men
Och alla bugar sig åh, vad jag längtar hem till mig, till dig, till oss
And everyone bows down, oh, how I long to go home to me, to you, to us
Contributed by Jonathan F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.