This Sunday I wanted to sing a hymn, but I had no lyrics. So I broke the seventh commandment, took a text from another ”song” and translated it to English.
You have to imagine the ”o brother, where art thou-style”three part harmony, ’cause there’s only me singing.
Where are all the unicorns?
Where did the magic creatures go?
This was their pasture
What could have driven them away
I have searched everywhere
They are not near
What has taken them away?
I cant get them out of my head
Bring the unicorns back
I miss them so
Is my dream impossible
Tell me where are the unicorns?
oh, where are the unicorns?