I trample everything that stands in my way,
until, I fall over, don't I?
The sweat is pouring down my neck, no one catches up with me
when I run, when I run, when I run
(go now) look where you're going,
I slipped and then I fell straight into a hole
I tied my shoes and got up
and then I took one, two, three sidesteps over a bump
Jumped over the big roof of the school dining hall
with one foot on the garbage central, then down to the football field
And then further with the wind against my back
I'm making it and running and the sweat is pouring down my back
I'm hurrying and dashing between buses and cars
want to go home again so I can brush my teeth and take a shower and rest
Jumping, leaping over a stair of bricks
and that went as fast upwards as down a downhill slope
I'm uncovering my chest, pull my hair,
I've charged my body by running a mile or two
And despite my too short Achilles' tendons my legs are carrying,
until my shirt is wet like a sponge
The heels were tired, I'm taking the steps on my toes,
I slipped and then I fell straight into a hole
Refr.
I tied my shoes and got up
and the whole down brain was like snow throwed up
I saw a hole and I immediately took the three steps there,
and I switched the story between present and past tense
the pulse is 113 bpm as long as the heart is pumping blood
I completely flyyy in my trainers
and then it's time for a breakfast snack
I crossed over a bus stop in search for something speedy
(three chocolatebars) two is enough
and water to raise the non-existent liquid level
verse by verse is hardest on my kneecaps
out to the countryside and across fences
no one around who's screaming, making a fuss and bustling
when I run across dithes, fields and meadows
(Overturn) When you don't see where you're going
The shoelace came undone and I tripped into a hole
(Afasi and Filten-en!)
Refr.
I tied my shoes and got up,
I was waiting for a quarter to catch some energy
With the attitude that what you see you are what you get
I'm running on a motorway, to hell with illuminated running tracks
Three plus two is the pace that starts with two-foot treads,
and never ends like Forrest Gump
The tongue is hanging in the corner of my mouth like a bolt,
I'm panting, breathing, panting to avoid getting a stitch
(City by city) Countries without my car,
but I dash resolutely with seven-league strides
At last I turn around and run backwards,
very long, everything you see of me are my speed stripes
(And the dust from the street) I stop to talk,
a bartender shows me the way (because he had the map)
Over and under, the bedding is asphalt, gravel and concrete, sand, stone,
grass, reed, primeval forest
My apostle horses are galloping
to some Galapagos island where we trot and go berserk
Run into a hole, run and forget it
back home, down in bed and wake up from the dream
Refr.
And then I thought you understood that we made the music like it should be
And then I thought you understood that we made the music like it should be
And then I thought you understood that we made the music like it should be
And then I thought you understood that we made the music like it should be