Loreen here won the whole damn taco, so Sweden gets to throw the party next year (Spain is like, "PHEW, AM I RIGHT?"). I'm unclear what her song was about, but I believe it to be depicting a scene from Crouching Peacekeeping, Hidden Viking, the solitary plight of a local Ninja who is really freaking sick of everyone being all, "Oh, yay, the Swedish are so non-confrontational and nice, what with their meatballs and efficient low-cost furniture and that smokin' bikini team."