M/s salmonella - Lifelover

Baksmllan sitter kvar sedan grdagen,

Det gare ven spyan p toalettens vgg

Jag vandrar runt likt en zombie I tristessen,

Hela tiden mter jag nya ansikten, vilket stare mig

Bandaget stinker av srvtska och var,

Men jag kan inte lta bli att lukta kontinuerligt

Vinden blser kallt, och jag fare lust att hoppa ned

Bland de krossade isbitarna

Jag har skickat dig ett vykort dare det stare: «Farvl»

Baksmllan remains since the day,

There was even vomiting on the toilet wall

I walk around like a zombie In boredom,

All the time I meet new faces, which bothers me

The bandage stinks of srvtska and was,

But I can not help but smell continuously

The wind is blowing cold, and I feel like jumping down

Among the crushed ice cubes

I have sent you a postcard dare the star: «Farewell»