Rötmånad [English translation]

No one hears no one sees, nothing

The sweat adheres, the flies buzz

There the Swede behind the cottage's doors

The blood thick - floats flat like the conversation

The words fall down cold upon the supper table

The stomach feels swollen, the clock is ticking

Life run away, ogling lethargic

Through the TV window and sees the pattern

Repeated time after time

and our own room feels

Claustrophobic shrinking,

stifling, the thought comes creeping

Crawling, crawling up to the surface we are

Cripples already as youngsters truncated

Baptized after the template

Known as Svensson above all

He turnes down the volume from singalong on Skansen

Shouts out his anguish from

a balcony somewhere but...

Refrain 2x

No one hears no one sees, you

Are born and die nothing more you know

The lonliness drives us crazy

The time of humanity is reduced with each hour

The garbage stinks the flies buzz

The air trembles from the heat and missus she's starting

But the patience runs short like the conversation

And the blood flows out on the supper table

The stomach is swollen the clock has been ticking

Life has run out it has soon been a week

The curtain is drawn on the window his room feels

As if it's eating him like the cancer

Hypochondriac growing hissing

psychologically breaking

Fermenting mythologically

bewitching

He is covered by the evil

that blows all the thoughtfulness away

Life is a slow decay

Overbloomed and soon overgrown with

The human harvested in a hit

hard against the forehead

This world makes it hard to breath...

because

Refrain

• Artist:Promoe
• Album:Kråksången