Tekst :

Beloved, the aftermath will be disastrous.
I am still holding on to your words, that changed its meaning several times by now.
Ephemeral words of support I used as a fulcrum.
Today is no different.
Inhaling the same smells,
Alysa Ashley and vanilla sticks.
Remember those 23 degrees.
Seconds from disaster, I ve noticed that crushing wave.
Then the fulcrum collapsed.
Moreover, the levee broke.
You, the distant, inflamed me, the suburban.
Our relations dissolved after that shockwave.
Still, we breathe dissonant.

Tekst :

I still carry the burthen of my swarm,
Thus decieved, still flying towards north.
A newborn bird is born upon these skies, in motion, in flight.
Again decieved, again relieved, again in stillness, tonight.
This misbegotten moonlight flit revealed deception,
As we were in motion, in flight.
Flanked by snowstorm, like a verloren hoop,
We art still flying towards north.

Tekst :

This is my congregation.
These are my words to you,
Made of sugar, spice and everything that s nice.
You live a life of rain and everything insane.
In a heartbeat passed all my days abroad.
Beautiful as I ve been told, but it only takes a bit of vemod,
a bit of nostalgia, to fortify my frustrations, my restrained feelings,
in my summer sojourn.
But that brief visit was a reconnaissance flight.
Now all hope remains in transit.
So, hold your protectorate and my arrival will not be in vain.
In memory of our rainy, nevertheless beautiful, svensk sommar

Boy is lonely on a burnin hot summer night
He s looking 4 some action, he s looking 4 a fight
He s looking 4 a savior in a city full of fools
Maybe he just needs a good talker 2 give him a good talkin...

(This is a story about your friend and mine
Who is it, who is it, who is it?)
There you stand with your L.A. tan
And your New York walk and your New York talk
You re mother left you when you were small
But you re gonna wish you...

Bruda sven
es ist showtime - ich hau`nen reim erin
der burnt wie franzbranntwein
spreche nicht für mich allein
wenn jeder meint, sein, ihr oder mein sei schein
wer sowas meint muß schon besoffen sein
da stimm`ich nun gar nicht ein
steh auf,...

Jak to wyrazić mam nie użyć przy tym słów
Do kogo zwrócić się, nie wchodzić w łachę znów
Jaki kierunek obrać by spełnić to co chcesz
Jak wiele jeszcze pytań dręczy mnie

Jak bardzo za tym tęsknię panie mój
Aby twój nowy świat naprawdę nowym był
Panie...

Jak długo w mojej głowie kłębić się będzie kurz
Pradawnych opowieści...

I m right behind you
Here I come
Let me remind you
You re on the run

My name is death
Come taste my peppermint-laced breath

Come to the party
The price is free
You ll see no purses
Hanging on the fond ladies

(Muffled lyrics)