Vy från ett luftslott [English translation]

Progress becomes a setback

Something must've escaped my sight

Objects under the radar

Are the ones creating myths that put holes

In an unfair world

I wish you were here

But no one is there

When i turn around

I know you mean business

Something must've escaped my sight

Deadly, toxic business

Smestan's arms of brick reach for the sky

Where charter flights meet

They whisper "holes

In the sky shall be our death"

But no one is there

When we turn around

We skillfully avoid subjects

That would lead us somewhere

You are right at my back

At last you fall asleep

My eyes sting when the music stops again

Have noticed how we almost never lift our gaze

From the ground

Towards the black space above the clouds

But no one is there

When we turn around

I'm dancing around, fending off your gaze skillfully

We are back to back

You finally fall asleep

And i feel such relief when the music starts again

Have noticed how we almost never life our gaze

Fromthe ground

Towards the black space above the clouds

Where missiles meet

They whisper: "holes

In the sky shall be our death"

Above the clouds

Where the devil lives

They whisper: "Holes

In the sky are from his claws"

• Artist:Kent
• Album:Tillbaka till samtiden