800° [English translation]

Why explain when I have stopped believing?

What is left save for 'the biggest blow'?

It is so one hundred percent efficient,

when it's taking our lives.

We're freezing to death, it is so cold,

poor children, but soon it will be warm.

Yeah we're freezing to death, it is so cold,

poor children, but soon it will be warm.

It will be eight hundred degrees.

You can trust me, you can trust me.

Eight hundred degrees.

You can trust me, you can trust me.

People with staring gaze,

you cried despite no permit.

Warm clothes but so cold shivers,

not so strange when all I see is fools.

We're freezing to death, it is so cold,

poor children, but soon it will be warm.

Yeah we're freezing to death, it is so cold,

poor children, but soon it will be warm.

It will be eight hundred degrees.

You can trust me, you can trust me.

Eight hundred degrees.

You can trust me, you can trust me.

Sometimes it doesn't feel at all,

even when they are cutting my throat.

Just so fucking empty,

when I'm waiting for my own doom.

We're freezing to death, it is so cold,

poor children, but soon it will be warm.

Yeah we're freezing to death, it is so cold,

poor children, but soon it will be warm.

It will be eight hundred degrees.

You can trust me, you can trust me.

Eight hundred degrees.

You can trust me, you can trust me.

• Artist:Ebba Grön
• Album:Kärlek & Uppror