Johannes Göransson
[I can't hear you]
[I can't hear you]
from SUMMER
I can't hear you
the lilacs are in bloom and the underworld
is slow I'm slowly listening to girls
sing about the rabble in syrénerna
they're at my door the rabble
pöblen the girls are in the lilacs in syrénerna
I can't hear them either
I have a telephone number
tattooed on my shoulder and the lyrics
of the song on the radio
seems to be: they're at the door pöblen
they're at the door drömmen it's not a dream
summer never ends
the currency has lost control of
the language inside language
treacherous lilac language
syréner made for girls
like me for me the lilacs bloom
like little finger prints hundreds of
bloody little finger prints
I can't hear you I'm listening
to the radio my wife
is feeding me pomegranate seeds
she's feeding me with bloody fingers
it's summer it's summer I can't
hear you det är sommar