Meet me when the fines roll out
Later today, among rusty bikes
Rubber decks and factory facades
Shattered glass and sewer rust clean
All my life, all my life
It feels like I belong in
Gullberg's kaj paradise
And know you not guilty if you meet me then
We can smile, but only for seconds
It is an expression of feelings, and it's forbidden
Or become like the streets, spring and winter
Those who go around until they lose
All my life, all my life
But it feels like I belong in
Gullberg's kaj paradis
And don't feel guilty about you meet me then
Runaway cats call
So runaway cats call back
The music rolls
They have forgotten everything they miss you today
And you, you're in the middle of life
But down on the street