Svarta Moln [English translation]

That's what you were to me

A bottle of medicine

A shoulder to cry on, I can't hate you

I can't hate you, and whatever you do

And whatever you do to me

I can't hate you

ohh ohh ohh ohh oh whatever you do to me

When you're lying there on the ground

And looking at the black clouds up there

Then you know

That I'll hold you, that I'll hold you, I'll hold you

When they stab you in the back

And there's almost no money left

You know that you'll hold me, that you'll hold me

You'll hold me

You'll hold me, you'll hold me, you'll hold me

Take me away from here, London and Paris

It doesn't make a difference, we are a fantasy

We are a fantasy, and whatever we do

And whatever we do, us two

When you're lying there on the ground

And looking at the black clouds up there

You know

That I'll hold you, I'll hold you, I'll hold you

When they stab you in the back

And there's almost no money left

I know that you'll hold me, you'll hold me

you'll hold me

You'll hold me, you'll hold me

You'll hold me

You'll hold me, you'll hold me