Att presentera ett svin [English translation]

It is called a state of shock

When the word burns

So close to the skin

And time after time against the asphalt

Why scrape a cheek against the walls

Squeeze fingers in doors

When the legs

Always carry back here

To present a pig

It is called a state of shock

When thoughts are felt

And cut like pieces of glass

Small, small cuts under the lining

Why are you like me

Against the walls

Standing hesitantly by the doors

When the legs always shake you back here

To present a pig

And I wish that there was room for everything

And I wish that there was room for everything

And I wish that there was room for everything

To present a pig

And I wish that there was room for everything

And I wish that there was room for everything

And I wish that there was room for everything