A rough translation, * is pre-chorous and **chorous.
In Hagnesta Hill the TV lights flutter
I do what I can, dreaming away
In Hagnesta Hill, among the identical houses
We twitch, commercials paused for sports
*Nothing, first came nothing
Then came nothing, then came nothing
But nothing is nothing
**Those bastards took us one by one
They lied and betrayed us with the truth
Those bastards took my darling there
From the crest of the hill I can see my lost world
I'm going to do something, you'll be amazed
Cross a line, I'll break out
I love you so, like being armed
And under siege I can shoot you out
A rough translation, * is pre-chorous and **chorous.
In Hagnesta Hill the TV lights flutter I do what I can, dreaming away In Hagnesta Hill, among the identical houses We twitch, commercials paused for sports
*Nothing, first came nothing Then came nothing, then came nothing But nothing is nothing
**Those bastards took us one by one They lied and betrayed us with the truth Those bastards took my darling there From the crest of the hill I can see my lost world
I'm going to do something, you'll be amazed Cross a line, I'll break out I love you so, like being armed And under siege I can shoot you out