Klam Fyr [English translation]

I prowl about in the neighbourhood like a male cat,

uncastrated, out on a mission with my iron bat.

Alone outside in the night, voyeur, looking at pussies

while he is lurking and listening at your door.

Give me something for my fantasy,

a bit I can play with.

Wading about with restless steps on the roads,

I have my route from window to window.

Don't worry, I haven't come to commit burglary.

I want to look a bit at you, while I wank off.

I hope you give me a show by the toilet bowl.

I am the man on the other side of the window,

hidden behind the mask,

because of my disfigured face.

I want to tell you something,

I see that you are getting wet.

You shan't resist, I won't do you anything.

I just stand and wank off my dick,

so rampageously wild, I don't touch you.

I am there when you don't draw the curtains,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked

in your bed, in the living room, in your door,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked.

I am there when you don't draw the curtains,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked.

Give me something for my fantasy,

give me something for my fantasy,

a bit I look at.

I don't look at that

which turns me on among men and women.

And when they fuck their friends

and those they know with long legs,

a lot of money, and an index finger

far inside the guts,

so that it can't really get further up.

I'm not sick, I don't record you on video.

Innoncent with a ready cock underneath the kimono,

because you are hot when there is no contact.

Ear against the door, let me hear you talk,

give me something for my fantasy,

a bit I can play with.

Wading about with restless steps on the roads,

and I have done it since I was a little boy.

I lurkered around in the gardens,

and hid myself behind a bike shed,

seen your mum naked with a vacuum cleaner.

Sucked a bit on my toys and my meat graps,

and I changed clothes with the girls in my school.

I took my dick between the legs,

so it looked like I had a vagina.

I am there when you don't draw the curtains,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked

in your bed, in the living room, in your door,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked.

I am there when you don't draw the curtains,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked.

Give me something for my fantasy,

give me something for my fantasy,

a bit I look at.

It is I who stands in your door, spy.

I can see you, but you can't hear anyone.

High on the smell of feminine urine,

I can smell it like an animal,

it may seem intimate.

Creeping, waking off behind your white curtain,

staring at it, wild and horny masturbation.

I love girls who don't know they are alone

when it is late,

and they stand in the living room changing san pad.

I am there when you don't draw the curtains,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked

in your bed, in the living room, in your door,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked.

I am there when you don't draw the curtains,

looking a bit at you, moving while naked.

Give me something for my fantasy,

give me something for my fantasy,

a bit I look at.