Småstadsblues [English translation]

You should not be ashamed of where you come from

but sometimes you wonder what the hell you're doing

there, there, let's take it easy now, come with us on a road trip

Do take to long city sleekers, doesn't it look stupid?

The suburb isn't filled with concrete

Our place is filled with 'dog, detached house, volvo, velor-dad Svensson*'

The city center has a main street were we shop

sure we have other places, yes

but that's the one where we end up

We go up and down for it, it reflects our way of life

The same over and over and over again we're looking for signs of life

No avenue, no Stureplan**

Choose between the occasional club, the occasional bar

No new situation even though every news story becomes something big

so nothing new for us under the midnight sun

just to get by, drink to make it

hey, that girl is new in town right?

Smalltown blues, my life is filled with stamps and applications to get unemployment insurance

Smalltown blues, if you're like me and live where no one else lives

Smalltown blues, my life is filled with stamps and applications to get unemployment insurance

Smalltown blues, if you're like me and live where no one else lives

You got the girl at the bar, want to take her home

That's when your buddy shows up and warns you, no he recognizes her

No wonder you get bored

in the city of ex-girlfriends and men who have slept with the same woman

The job center is the devil, not exaggerating

but that's where we sell our soul for signed unemployment insurance cards

Report your failures daily

and soon you'll turn into an inventory employee at the old people's home

Call it a dump, call it a swamp

A volvo 240, a yamaha cap

Familiar faces, people you've seen

No one else is going to say it but my small town represents

Sometimes, away is good and at home is the worst

The hate-love you feel for the things you recognize

Sing if it's the same, same for you

Just spill it out, have a seat, talk to me about

Chorus

Sure, you've thought about it, leaving the city behind

but deep inside you know you'll miss it

a part of us, seeking happiness, do something new and gifted

take your belongings and leave the city like migratory birds

But every once in awhile they get a little homesick

it's been a long time, there comes the returnee

You're from here why don't you speak like this

I love the big city, I live and work there

You big city people think we make a living out of you

but I like to call it compensation, and what's the problem with that?

Urbanization, people will still leave for the big city

Pretty soon the whole gang will come and then you'll never get rid of us

• Artist:Zacke
• Album:Visst är det vackert