Skjut mig [English translation]

Mom, it's ok, are you afraid of your own blood?

Listen, I'll be fine, has always been

I hear about old friends who die in bed

Me who has left memories remaining which I thought I had left in the town

At the center during the night waiting for somebody who never came

Should have met at town hall's staircase but somebody started a misunderstanding

Every evenings and nights there at Körberg beach

You looked like you were made of light, it was before you disappeared

Promise that you'll shoot me if I ever become like them

Remembering how you stood there in the doors while I stood under the rain and in mud

I know that you have shit there inside you which hurts a lot

We are born in debts, forced to pay someone's else

Nothing is forgotten yet, would have forgotten you otherwise

Promise that you'll shoot me if I ever become like them

If I ever become like them