Pojken med hålet i handen [English translation]

He takes off his sweater

A birthmark

Marks his skin

And through the window

He's made to be like a god

She paints the lips red

From the holes there they appeared

And in front of the TV

Her skin becomes

Pale and yellow

Before the TV

Anyone becomes ugly

I hate you

You are...

I hold the hand in front of me

But there is a hole

So I still see

If you knew how ridiculous

You look

And I run past

Hitting cars, triggering the alarm

I am the boy

Who shot the rocket

In his own hand

No one

Can fix a broken hand

I hate you

You are...