Ingen plockar en maskros [English translation]

On our journey (On our journey)

In our world (In our world)

There are rules we must find ourselves in

But it can (But it can)

Sometimes (Sometimes)

Turn into hyperbole if we blindly follow every law

No one picks a dandelion and give it to their friend

It have to stay there until it dies

Even though it's bright yellow it's considered ugly

It have to stay there and feel left out

So I pick a dandelion and two or three

Which I give to a friend that I hold dear

And indeed God let me ignore prohibitions

Which we have no use for here

Life which (Life which)

becomes a chore (Becomes a chore)

When we're forced to things we don't like

But I believe (But I believe)

That it lives (That is lives)

A God inside us, telling us when we're doing wrong

No one picks a dandelion and give it to their friend

It have to stay there until it dies

Even though it's bright yellow it's considered ugly

It have to stay there and feel left out

So I pick a dandelion and two or three

Which I give to a friend that I hold dear

And indeed God let me ignore prohibitions

Which we have no use for here

No one picks a dandelion and give it to their friend

It have to stay there until it dies

Even though it's bright yellow it's considered ugly

It have to stay there and feel left out

So I pick a dandelion and two or three

Which I give to a friend that I hold dear

And indeed God let me ignore prohibitions

Which we have no use for here