Söndermarken [English translation]

[Verse 1]

The way the sky looks

A Tuesday above the schools

Communal corridors

Four o'clock in October

Just before it darkens

And you can smell the canteen's

Halfhearted potluck food

And the leaves lay plastered

To the ground

[Verse 2]

Grey-white skies

Dentist weather

Some excavator tears up

A cycle path by the football field

And rose hip bushes, rose hip bushes

Rose hip bushes all the way

I see them when I close my eyes

And somewhere there I turned into

The person I am

[Verse 3]

I see the guitar in the shop

The symbol to skip class

The story of a riot

The dream of a higher place

A pirate ship

Which blows straight to Los Angeles

And the stars that twinkle

And no fucker can reach me

Ever again

[Verse 4]

One single ambition

To get the chicks from Berga*

To laugh or cry

And to escape across the roofs

Away from the rule book, the tread of boots

The brick wall, la Isla bonita

And the orange

Chairs you stack

On top of each other

[Verse 5]

Parking garages were built

A small step for man

A big step for the concrete

And the rootless feeling

As yet another obstacle

On the way towards the raw romance

And the guitar in the shop

And the escape

Over the neighborhood

[Verse 6]

One laid blocks across the meadow

With small windows and doors

There were slogans everywhere

From every slightly boring company

And a record shop in the city**

Like a hole through the scenery

Out into reality, the dream

Out into the colors you only

See at the movies

[Verse 7]

We made a band and blew rings

Dragged my hand through the dirt

Filled my nails with clay

From all the surface we scraped

Because somewhere underneath all the layers

Of urban timothy

The big world laid spread out

Without speed bumps and Konsumkort***

And rose hips

[Verse 8]

We placed our boats in the brook

Saw them float into the tunnel

Maybe further towards Vättern****

And the canal to Nordsjön

Over the waves to Ireland

Out to sea and then blow

Away and never return

To the brook

Where it started

[Verse 9]

I see the cream color

The modern but discreet

A completeness makes the simple

Just fold up and screw

But still always something

Who wanted to hunt and confuse

Something which isn't Ikea

Something which didn't have the solution

On the edge

[Verse 10]

I hear the smoked sound

From a studio by the train station

Among dispatch premises

And forgotten depots

The mute, dull skin

And the bass who makes the bars rattle

And the glass and it smells

Just like asphalt does

In autumn

[Verse 11]

We hid the porn magazine underneath the rock

Willes wine in the bush

The entire grove was a micro-Vegas

The barn changed locks

And above it all a sky

Almost strained from the coast

With the little which was left

After the waves and the storms

And the foam

[Verse 12]

I can't return

A crime scene has to rest

The get away car is dumped

The cash is clean

We're now building a new home

Starting up and starting over

The broken ground is chasing me

But I'm not there