> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://www.lejournaldeminuit.com/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Stuck in Stockholm - a song of winter - URL: https://www.lejournaldeminuit.com/stuck-in-stockholm-a-song/ - Published: 2026-02-21T08:44:00.000Z - Updated: 2026-08-22T11:45:47.000Z - Author: emeric le hors - Tags: Pieces in English, Articles Libres ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/a3/e5/a3e55d9e-8280-4269-8b35-df59ce667312/content/images/2026/08/StuckinStocholmwithcaption.png) I am stuck in Stockholm Oh so far from my home. My money has run low And now I’ve got no place to go. From below It’s paradise A land so rich in all the ways But once you’re there you realize There’s more to it than meets the eye. In the alleys of the stores There’s no bargain to be found Wait! That price for that amount! I think I’ll fast until I starve Swedes are pretty and so you’d think That what they eat must be healthy But the truth is they chug down sweets Or a hot dog right on the street. Swedes are friendly but not your friends So if you find yourself in need of help Look for a friend from you’re from You’ll spare yourself doors in your face. And when I say that all in all Life here is sweet, it’s got it all Or close to it, it’s wonderful Then all the Swedes become vocals “Have you not heard about the gangs? Well now I’ve heard about the gangs, but let me tell about a little trouble of my own.” I am stuck in Stockholm Oh so far from my home My money has run low And now the wind is blowing cold I remember in December In the early days of my stay I’d always give the same answer To the locals that used to say: “Isn’t the city too cold? \- It’s actually not that cold.” But now the cold is much colder And the wind bites are much stronger. It’s midday my fingers freeze. Will they fall off before it’s spring? Life here ain’t cheap, but pay is high So any job, will be worthwhile Or so I thought, cause paperwork Got in the way. I’ve waited weeks For a permit. Now what’s it worth To have EU citizenship? In the meantime, worked for this guy An Italian, with a crooked smile. We’re in Sweden so I assumed This Italian plays by the rules. But once again, I was naive Cause now this prick ain’t paying me! Does he not know that in big cities Young men alone are a dangerous breed. I could stick my knife to his throat Threaten him till he gives what he owes. We’re in Sweden, his address is public Maybe I should pay him a visit! But as I daydream revenge schemes And start to lose sense of reality I realize Christ is right, when hit You’re better off turning the other cheek! But for now I am stuck in Stockholm Oh so far from my home My money has run low I may as well put on a show. Let me tell you a short story That dates back to ancient Greece When an old man named Socrates Imagined a strange city Where justice and harmony Were the sole guides in everything This city begins as any From one principle that is No man on his own is self-sufficient Yet here I am, on the street Not living by the words I preach I need an ally. I need an ally. I need an ally! You play the guitar I can sing Together we can make something Here is a list of songs I’m sure people can vibe along We’ll start small, right on the streets Or any place where fit two stalls Then hit the bars, the concert halls Before summer, we’ll make it big So for July, I can come home With my pockets full of krones! But for now I am stuck in Stockholm Oh so far from my home My money has run low And my heart longs for love God knows I am just a young man With a big heart, full of passion It can beat loud for a woman Oh yes so loud, louder than drums But in this land, what’s in the air? Cause their beauty has no compare Were they sent out straight from heaven? Cause all these girls look like angels Shiny blond hair on their dark coats A radiant skin, that casts a glow Bright blue eyes, that shoot arrows I feel my chest’s ‘bout to explode! Call a doctor! I’ve just been struck. By an arrow It’s cupid’s work I wish I had one I could call honey To go back to at the end of the day Weary from work, I’d walk through the cold Thinking of her as I make my way home I’d open the door, and there she’d be Doing these things, oh so charming I’d thank the Lord, cause I’d be thinking “What have I done to be so lucky?” I’d take her in my arms and embrace her Together we’d make this city warmer With her skin against mine One kiss at a time