Swedish Room

I think that is hard,
In the life, i watch my art,
Everybody are drunks,
And the streets are more dangerous,

The world are crazy,
The people are simple,
Like my clothes in holidays,
The dirty house is alone and break,
Like me

Nothing rolling around the world,
And anyone known the love,
Because everyone live in old time,
I like the salad,

One big room full of bad bitches,
In my mind with all the músic,
Músic tecnologic, that stay here,
I want stay in the place, and say all,
And rung, is perfect, like dancing naked under the rain, oh yeah.