Ensammast i Sverige [English translation]

Down from minus fifty degrees

The man beside stinks of sweat

We go down in warm darkness

I take you from my will, on a serviette

And I see you at the terminal

Like a mirage, a Prada clone

I have hidden needs in my scarf

For just this kind of unthinkable situation

I walked slowly forwards to the table

With my awaiting gaze

Over the mouth, in the middle of the words

you hit as hard as you could

And I saw how you felt about it

From almost bottomless melancholy

came the lovewarm violence

and the wine spilled became a pale Rorschach test

I see someone by the redlights

The same NK umbrella

And somewhere in my wallet

glows a post-it from '97

Where ten ballpoint-blue small numbers

scream dare without words

But the moment glides away

like the shadows of small grey light clouds

I see your back from the taxi

even though I know you have fled

from the cold, silent country

I stamp the wiper-blades' rhythm

And I remember nothing of what happened

but I am in a cold sweat anyway

World Champion at holding back colours

Have pity on me

I am The Loneliest in Sweden

And I pulled you into my fall

And then I just glided away

So sorry, sorry for everything

For my stupid split tongue

I have a photo somewhere

Where we are queens and kings

Now pictures lie all around

where old faces are young

And I have looked as if obsessed

for feelings that are lost

And it has been a long long night

but I am glad that my tears

are controlled and calm

• Artist:Kent
• Album:Tillbaka till Samtiden