M/S Salmonella [English translation]

The hangover from yesterday still remains

As does the vomit on the bathroom wall

I walk around in boredom like a zombie

Meeting new faces all the time, which bothers me

The bandage stinks from exudate and pus

But I can't help to constantly smell it

The wind blows cold, and I feel like jumping down

Among the shattered ice cubes

I've sent you a postcard which reads 'Farewell'