Blåjeans. [English translation]

Maybe it was a cloud

in your eyes the sky became grey

Mine see visions

because that surely is not a tear

The sky is blue

Your eyes shrink like blue jeans

My eyes sting

Both of them have dried

Maybe it was a dream

Maybe my heart is tumbled and emptied

Faded and washed

Or else I have never forgotten

Maybe I have a shell

A hard impenetrable beetle shell

of outgrown clothes

A little child who reaches to the ceiling

Why can't I get into your blue jeans

• Artist:Kent