Rusningstrafik - Lars Winnerbäck

Duvorna gr runt och pickar smulor I betongen

Dr jag str;

Vntande I tunnelbanedn.

Ja, dom, som skulle vara fredssymboler, skiter p Perongen.

Och jag frstr.

Jag skulle sjlv gjort samma sak, om jag kunde

Flyga hrifrn.

Jag antar att Du gr till ngon dslig krog inatt;

Denna mrka natt.

Det r ett stt att stnga av.

Det hnger nn slags boxershortsmodell I alla

Fnster

Dr jag gr,

Och undrar om jag vill se ut som han.

Ja, det, som skulle va' kalsonger, blir en pil I vra

Mnster;

Hur vi mr Beror p vad det str;

Att: Sn r kvinna, sn r man.

Jag antar att Du gmmer Dig under tcket nu Inatt;

Denna kalla natt.

Det r ett stt att stnga av.

Och dr kan tankarna f tnka som dom vill.

Dr finns inga flimmerljus som hjlper till.

I tunnelbanedn dvas dom inre, tysta skriken.

Det r svrt att f en plats hr I rusningstrafiken.

Allting gr s fort.

Sen nn har sagt att tid r Pengar

Gr vi p.

Fast tiden r vl gratis, vad jag vet.

Smntabletter tycks va effektivare n sngar.

Sen nrd?

Vi irrar vidare I rusningen, I varsin ensamhet.

Jag antar att Du proppar hjrnan full med

Panodil

Och Cipramil.

Det r ett stt att hnga med.

Och prylarna far runt och slickar sr som aldrig

Lker.

Rulla p.

Orsaken vill ingen ens frst.

Fr nn har sagt att har man gott om pengar r Man sker.

Fr vad?

Jag menar kylan, mrkret, stan och stressen hittar Dig nd.

Jag antar att Du lngtar ut till skogen d och d.

Det verkar s.

Dr man kan slippa hnga med.

Och dr kan ftterna f strva som dom vill.

Dr hjlper inga tg och rulltrappor till.

I tunnelbanedn dvas dom inre, tysta skriken.

Det r svrt att f en plats hr I rusningstrafiken.

Ja, mnniskor gr runt och pickar smulor I Betongen

P ackord.

Och rusandes I tunnelbanedn.

Vi, som skulle vara mnniskor, blir stoft I Konkarongen.

Sjlavrd

Skjuts upp till efter dden,

Nr vi flugit hrifrn.

Jag antar att Du vnjer Dig.

Jag antar att Du vet;

Ensamhet:

Det r det enda vi har kvar.

The pigeons roam around and peck at crumbs in the concrete

Dr. I str;

Waiting In the subway network.

Yes, they, who were supposed to be symbols of peace, are shitting on the platform.

And I wonder.

I would do the same thing myself, if I could

Fly hrifrn.

I suppose you're going to some seedy tavern tonight;

This dark night.

It is a place to turn off.

There is some kind of boxer shorts model in everyone

Window

Dr. I gr,

And wondering if I want to look like him.

Yes, what should be underpants becomes an arrow in the back

Pattern;

How we feel depends on what it says;

Att: Sn r woman, sn r man.

I guess you're hiding under the covers tonight;

This cold night.

It is a place to turn off.

And there the thoughts can think as they want.

Dr there are no flickering lights to help.

In the subway, the inner, silent screams were drowned out.

It is difficult to get a seat in rush hour traffic.

Everything happens so fast.

Sen nn has said that time is Money

Gr we p.

Although the time is free, as far as I know.

Pills seem to be more effective than pills.

Then nrd?

We wander on In the rush, In each other's solitude.

I guess you are filling your brain with

Panodil

And Cipramil.

It's a way to keep up.

And the stuff goes around and licks sr like never before

Lick.

Scroll p.

Nobody even wants to know the reason.

Fr nn has said that if you have plenty of money r Man happens.

From what?

I mean the cold, the dark, the city and the stress find you.

I guess you're longing for the woods d and d.

It seems p.

Dr. Man can avoid joining.

And there the feet can strive as they wish.

Dr helps no more trains and escalators.

In the subway, the inner, silent screams were drowned out.

It is difficult to get a seat in rush hour traffic.

Yes, people walk around and pick crumbs IN the concrete

P chord.

And rushing in the subway.

We, who were supposed to be human, become dust in the Konkarong.

Sjlavrd

Postponed until after the day,

No we have flown hrifrn.

I guess you're getting used to it.

I suppose You know;

Loneliness:

It's the only thing we have left.