Johannes Göransson
[I can't hear you la la la]
I can't hear you la la la
jag håller på med dödsgrejen
och dikter om döttrar
I'm busy with underjorden
where my hands are almost as white
du är nästan lika vit
som havet in a war song
i krigssången I can't see you
i havssången you have such a pretty
gauze in front of my eyes I can't see
the children their songs is
crawling like summer
sommar with myror except
they are still alive I'm still
stained on my lilacs
which are syréner
one thing is another
inflation art
is like silver like bodies with silver
on them like summer with silver
in daughters döttrar mercury silver
quick like silver summer
is crawling I can't hear you