| Myspys Lyrics | |
| Lifelover | |
| Jag hatar dig, | |
| för att du förpassat denna orkan | |
| Denna våldsamma orkan som | |
| ständigt rasar i mitt inre, | |
| till en motbjudande, pulserande, | |
| slemmig grå klump innanför mitt skallben | |
| Uppdelad i mikroskopiska fragment | |
| och innesluten i små rännilar av | |
| substanser | |
| Dessa intensiva känslor, | |
| vare sig de är av hat eller av | |
| kärlek, är trots allt den enda | |
| mening jag tycker mig se i livet | |
| Antingen utgörs ett väsen av kall | |
| livlös betong, eller av en våldsamt | |
| bubblande och sprakande gryta | |
| av vitglödgade känslostormar | |
| Idag uppfylls jag av just det | |
| [English translation]: | |
| Cozy-Wozy (a childish, affectionate term for "cozy") | |
| I hate you | |
| For having banished this hurricane | |
| This violent hurricane | |
| That constantly rages within me | |
| To a repugnant, pulsating, | |
| slimy grey blob inside my skull | |
| Split up into microscopic fragments | |
| And sealed within little streams of substances | |
| These intense feelings, | |
| Whether they are of hate or of love | |
| Are after all the only meaning | |
| That I'm able to discern in life | |
| Either a soul is constituted | |
| Of cold, lifeless concrete | |
| Or a violently bubbling, | |
| and sparkling stew | |
| Of glowing emotional storms | |
| Today, I'm filled with just that |
| Myspys Lyrics | |
| Lifelover | |
| Jag hatar dig, | |
| f r att du f rpassat denna orkan | |
| Denna v ldsamma orkan som | |
| st ndigt rasar i mitt inre, | |
| till en motbjudande, pulserande, | |
| slemmig gr klump innanf r mitt skallben | |
| Uppdelad i mikroskopiska fragment | |
| och innesluten i sm r nnilar av | |
| substanser | |
| Dessa intensiva k nslor, | |
| vare sig de r av hat eller av | |
| k rlek, r trots allt den enda | |
| mening jag tycker mig se i livet | |
| Antingen utg rs ett v sen av kall | |
| livl s betong, eller av en v ldsamt | |
| bubblande och sprakande gryta | |
| av vitgl dgade k nslostormar | |
| Idag uppfylls jag av just det | |
| English translation: | |
| CozyWozy a childish, affectionate term for " cozy" | |
| I hate you | |
| For having banished this hurricane | |
| This violent hurricane | |
| That constantly rages within me | |
| To a repugnant, pulsating, | |
| slimy grey blob inside my skull | |
| Split up into microscopic fragments | |
| And sealed within little streams of substances | |
| These intense feelings, | |
| Whether they are of hate or of love | |
| Are after all the only meaning | |
| That I' m able to discern in life | |
| Either a soul is constituted | |
| Of cold, lifeless concrete | |
| Or a violently bubbling, | |
| and sparkling stew | |
| Of glowing emotional storms | |
| Today, I' m filled with just that |
| Myspys Lyrics | |
| Lifelover | |
| Jag hatar dig, | |
| f r att du f rpassat denna orkan | |
| Denna v ldsamma orkan som | |
| st ndigt rasar i mitt inre, | |
| till en motbjudande, pulserande, | |
| slemmig gr klump innanf r mitt skallben | |
| Uppdelad i mikroskopiska fragment | |
| och innesluten i sm r nnilar av | |
| substanser | |
| Dessa intensiva k nslor, | |
| vare sig de r av hat eller av | |
| k rlek, r trots allt den enda | |
| mening jag tycker mig se i livet | |
| Antingen utg rs ett v sen av kall | |
| livl s betong, eller av en v ldsamt | |
| bubblande och sprakande gryta | |
| av vitgl dgade k nslostormar | |
| Idag uppfylls jag av just det | |
| English translation: | |
| CozyWozy a childish, affectionate term for " cozy" | |
| I hate you | |
| For having banished this hurricane | |
| This violent hurricane | |
| That constantly rages within me | |
| To a repugnant, pulsating, | |
| slimy grey blob inside my skull | |
| Split up into microscopic fragments | |
| And sealed within little streams of substances | |
| These intense feelings, | |
| Whether they are of hate or of love | |
| Are after all the only meaning | |
| That I' m able to discern in life | |
| Either a soul is constituted | |
| Of cold, lifeless concrete | |
| Or a violently bubbling, | |
| and sparkling stew | |
| Of glowing emotional storms | |
| Today, I' m filled with just that |