Sand [English translation]

Staying at your place

Here in slammer without gratings

Deaf and mute underclass

Representing me with you

While I'm falling

Saw my dog being beaten

I got no opportunity to talk there

Cause I "pay no rent here"

All bible-stuffed heads

Cops are producing scums here

Come close to me

Take me through it all

Every day a new wound

Something's washed up on our beach

While they're building a wall

Around their land

Their Sweden made of sand

The system will take care of me

Directly to our sleep

Everything hardens in the heads

Oh, life's dream

Will never understand

Understand everything's value

Until everything turns to

Some kind of sorrowful memory

• Artist:Hurula
• Album:Vapen till dom hopplösa