Du var min armé [English translation]

Clean your room

Of teenage-thoughts now

You said: Make a choice

Make an independent decision

I held a hand

Across your warm skin

You said: Close the door

We've got something to sort out

You stood there with your knife

Next to your german car

You cut my cold life

Patterned to a war

You stole my gaze

You walked your own path

You said: There are small tricks

That makes people mean well

And the songs that i heard

And the films i saw

Were the wildest things i did

But nothing was as huge

Like when

You stood there with your knife

Next to your german car

You cut my cold life

Patterned to a war