Hanna

Dom sista drömmarna sträcker sig mot himlen
Över torgen här går var och en för sig
Om vi förlorar varandra här i vimlet
Så minns att jag står bakom dig 

röker fyra cigaretter i rad, inget gör mig glad 
stackars mig för ingen bryr sig om lilla jag 
orkar inte längre vänta på
att imorn blir en bättre dag 

In the dreams where things are like they should
I miss your love wich came naturally
sometimes I cry, when I think about how things used to be
well at least come and visit me for only one time

My 18 karat gold, it fills a dirty hole
A dirty bleeding hole in my heart
You people think it's made from circumstances at home
Well if someone ever should be pulling your hair
Then I guess you should leave them alone
And now you want me to read your mind
And release that stone

That stone in your heart where the sadness grows
You know I, I'd operate with this knife
And cut a big fat giant hole
To fill with gold and light

But there's an endless battle to be won
And me I ain't a man with an educated mind
And soon, you won't have the strength to carry on
So you scream about it in the night