Minnets yta [English translation]

A voice in the fog

Twenty meters ahead

It calls (on) your name

The last hour

Before everything disappeared

A heart leaves part

The end of a dream

You are not always right

You always feel sorry for me

You are not always right

But I'll always ask you

The surface of the memory opens to a truth

Which has changed over time

In the heat of the stuff we do what we can

But mourn the won battle

The end of a dream

You are not always right

You always feel sorry for me

You are not always right

But I'll always ask you

I'll always ask you