Ellinor Rydholm [English translation]

Oh, all these lost people

Oh, all these lost people

Ellinor Rydholm picks up the rice in the church when the wedding is over

Sneaking out, sneaking in her dreams

She pours the rice grains into a jar and walks home

Waiting for who

All the lost people, where do they come from?

All the lost people, who asks for them?

Father Kallstenius is preaching in church but nobody's listening

He'd rather leave, lonely at night

He's darning his socks, his gaze is wandering about

Searching for something

All the lost people, where do they come from?

All the lost people, who asks for them?

Oh, all these lost people

Oh, all these lost people

Ellinor Rydholm died and was buried in the village, nobody came

Who cares?

Tired Father Kallstenius brushes off some dust from his coat and walks

Away from her grave

All the lost people, where do they come from?

All the lost people, who asks for them?

• Artist:Monica Zetterlund