En Man I Sina Sämsta År - Lifelover

Min sjl r kall och r,

Likt en rysk oljetrlare pett

Iskallt decemberhav

All min ambition har sjunkit

Frlorad i kallduschblsten,

Begravd och kldd i dy

Ngonstans djupt dr nere

Fientligheten r kapten,

Fraktfullt beordrar han full fart

Mot grundet, mot katastrofen

My soul is cold and r,

Like a Russian oil rig

Icy December sea

All my ambition has dropped

Lost in the cold shower flower,

Buried and dressed in mud

Ngonstans deep dr nere

Hostility is the captain,

Frequently he orders full speed

Towards the ground, against the catastrophe