Balladen om K [English translation]

I am not sick, not sick.

I am not sick, not sick.

I am only tired, so endlessly tired,

but I am not sick, not sick.

He came like a summer wind,

And love making was blind.

He gave me a child,

and then he left

I was young, I understood nothing.

He only wanted to be free

and live his own life.

But the shame was mine

and it burned my cheek

and I did not have the strength to stay.

So I took my child away from my home.

Yes, we moved to the big city.

To the streets and market,

to the noise and disturbance

to cars, neon lights and concrete

But I couldn't find a job,

so we sat in our apartment.

In the suburb,

in loneliness,

in a two room on the 7th floor.

But I didn't become sick, not sick.

No, I didn't become sick, not sick.

I only became tired, so endlessly tired,

But I didn't become sick, not sick.

The days came and went,

they were all the same.

I became like an animal,

going around my cage,

and I talked with no one.

My anxiety gripped around my throat,

and the hand on my heart was cold.

I lived in fear,

a half year in fear,

and I cried myself to sleep every night.

So I began to drink wine

to try to feel fine.

To dare to go out,

to not kill myself,

to take me out of my apathy.

Because I feared my own mind,

and I just wanted to keep going.

I prayed and asked

for a place for my child,

but the day care line was too long.

But I didn't become sick, not sick.

No, I didn't become sick, not sick.

I only became tired, so endlessly tired,

But I didn't become sick, not sick.

We lived without boundaries,

until the fourth winter became spring.

So one day in April

the world stopped,

when social services rang.

It was those who lived next door

who made them come here.

They blushed and said,

that it was for my child,

so they saw in spite of everything we still existed.

They took my child from my care,

we had only 4 years.

But I hope and believe

that when she grows up

she will come to forgive and understand.

That I was not sick, not sick.

No, I was not sick, not sick.

I was only tired, so endlessly tired,

But I was not sick, not sick.

So my last light went out.

Yes, I thought I would die.

I was like a leaf,

a whirling leaf,

a fragment in the stormy sea.

So I looked around me and came home.

to the Place of Understanding.

They speak so softly here,

one becomes sick here,

No one cares about medical care here.

One sleeps in anguish here,

They drug away the future here.

Everything is good here,

there is no desire here,

one can sleep in heaven.

And they said I was sick, I was sick.

Yes, they said I was sick, I was sick.

But I am only tired,

so endlessly tired.

But they said: You are sick, You are sick!