Milla [English translation]

There’s a guy in my bed

Morrison tattoo on his shoulder

He is sleeping there naked

And I really can’t remember

Who the hell is that guy

He is not the hero on a white horse

and I’m surely not madly in love

So I get up, and quietly

take my clothes, dress up in the stairway

I find myself sitting at the table

staring at the yellow cafe wall

Feeling everything but proud

with my life - I’ve messed it all

My mom calls, she wants to tell

it would be nice to meet again

And I would hear the same words

the ones I’ve heard way too often

Chorus:

And she would say

Milla hey you have to change

you’ve lost the direction in your life

you always choose the shortest way

it doesn’t lead you anywhere

You aren’t a little girl no more

you shouldn’t be acting like a whore

quit the childish games you always play

Old picture with wooden frames

hanging on the yellow cafe wall

A smiling lady on a beach

wind trying to catch her hat

Keeps her eyes on a little boy

who’s playing in wet sand

with a sea shell in his hand

listening to the sound of the waves

The loudly ringing phone

brings me back to my yellow cafe

Heli wants to hear if I’m still alive

And I tell her, even if I know

this will become another tragedy show

I know all the words by heart

of the preach she’s gonna start

It goes like this

Milla hey you have to change…