Somliga går med trasiga skor [English translation]

Some walk with tattered shoes

say, why is that?

God, who lives in heaven

Maybe wants it that way.

God who lives in heaven,

closes his eyes and sleeps.

Who cares about a pair of tattered shoes,

when you're old and tired

Who cares how the days go

they turn out however they want.

Citizens, in a hundred years,

You no longer exist.

By then someone else has taken your seat

you don't know about that

you don't feel the rain or the sun

down in your quiet grave

who cares about how the nights go

I don't care at all

Only if I can keep my face

Hidden in my lover's hair.

I'm a shady guy.

Don't amount to much.

Behind a corner, Death lurks.

He takes me whenever he wants.

Some walk with tattered shoes,

until they stop walking.

The devil who lives in hell

gets a good laugh then.