800° [English translation]

Why explain when I no longer believe?

What's left other than the biggest blow?

It's one hundred percent effective,

when it takes our lives.

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

poor children, but soon it'll be warm.

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

poor children, but soon it'll 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 a staring gaze,

you cried even if you weren't allowed to.

Warm clothes but still getting the creeps,

not weird when I only see fools.

We are freezing to death, it's so cold,

poor children, but soon it'll be warm.

Yeah we are freezing to death, it's so cold,

poor children, but soon it'll 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 nothing is felt,

even when they decapitate me.

Just so fucking empty,

when I await my own judgment.

We are freezing to death, it's so cold,

poor children, but soon it'll be warm.

Yeah we are freezing to death, it's so cold,

poor children, but soon it'll 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