Trädgården en fredag [English translation]

Must it be so hard?

Where do I need to stand to go before

The queue to The Garden one Friday?

'Are they even from the city?'

I hear several ask and

Hope that they'll leave

The lights make everything a shade of pink

I'm bad at lying

Can't look tough enough

Have my hand in my hair

Night turns to day but everyone's still here

With their ID in hand, gaze on the ground

None are chosen still

We really should leave, but everyone's still here

They have glitter on their cheeks, gaze on the ground

All in a row

Till night turns to day

Under the bridge, there is hope

Pleased to meet whoever I come across

Except myself

And then you placed your hand upon my shoulder

'You look nice in neon light' you said

And I think I lied, and answered too fast

'Please, take me far from any guards'

I'm beginning to see dimly

Planking is cheap

But a bit too indie

Night turns to day but everyone is still here

With their ID in hand, gaze on the ground

None are chosen still

We really should leave, but everyone's still here

They have glitter on their cheeks, Gaze on the ground

All in a row

Till night turns to day

It's eleven O'clock

You think they heard?

Ashamed, but still I ask

'Please, let me go first, before the ev'nin is over'

No, I don't think they heard

Night turns to day but everyone's still here

With their ID in hand, gaze on the ground

Still, none are chosen

We really should leave but everyone's still here

They have glitter on their cheeks, gaze on the ground

All in a row

Till night turns to day

• Artist:Veronica Maggio
• Album:Handen i fickan fast jag bryr mig