(Verse 1) The world declared the end was near Bought six years of toilet paper fear Locked the children underground Sanitized the air around But in the north the candles burned Coffee poured and pastries turned “Please keep distance if you sneeze” Then back to fika by degrees (Pre-Chorus) Foreign anchors lost their minds “Sweden’s doomed,” the headline cried Graphs and experts every night Certain we would lose the fight (Chorus) Fika during the apocalypse Cinnamon buns and poker chips While the world screamed “Stay inside!” We just shrugged and took a ride Covid rage in every thread “Surely all the Swedes are dead!” Yet somehow here we still remain Drinking coffee in the rain (Verse 2) Neighbours spying through the blinds Policing joggers, tracking minds Meanwhile Sven just split some wood “Fresh air probably does you good” No heroic final stand Just quiet trust across the land A little space, a little care And fewer politicians there (Bridge) “YOU MUST FEAR!” the pundits cried As lonely millions stayed inside Doom was sold in hourly waves Broadcast live from glowing graves But somewhere in the frozen dark Someone lit another spark (Final Chorus) Fika during the apocalypse Tiny cakes and sinking ships While the experts drew their charts People still required hearts Raise the cups and sound the drums History’s verdict slowly comes Not untouched and not divine Just surviving one more time (Outro) “One more coffee?” “Ja… of course.”
