Vy från ett luftslott [English translation]

A forward-step becomes a setback

Something must have escaped my vision

The objects under the radar

are the ones that make myths that strike holes

in an unfair world

I wish that you were here

But no-one is there when I turn around

I know you are serious

Something must have escaped my vision

Deadly, poisonous seriousness

Blacksmith Town's brick-arms stretch towards

the clouds

Where charter planes meet

They whisper the holes

in the sky will be our death

But no-one is there when we turn around

We avoid so skilfully the subjects that lead somewhere

You are close against my back

Finally you fall asleep

It stings in my eyes when the music comes to an end again

Have you thought about how we almost never lift our eyes from the ground

To the black space above the clouds

But no-one is there when we turn around

I dance about, parrying expertly your pleading look

We are back to back

Finally you fall asleep

And I feel such relief when the music starts up again

Have you thought about how we almost never lift our eyes from the ground

To the black space above

the clouds

Where the missiles meet

They whisper: the holes

in the heavens will be our death

Above the clouds

Where the devil lives

They whisper: the holes

in the heavens are from his claws