Ebba Grön - 800°
Varfr frklara nr jag slutat tro?
Vad finns det kvar mer n the biggest blow?
Den e s hundraprocentigt effektiv
n den tar vra liv
Vi fryser ihjl det r s kallt
stackars barn men snart blir det varmt
Ja vi fryser ihjl det r s kallt
stackars barn men snart blir det varmt
Det blir ttahundra grader
Du kan lita p mej du kan lita p mej
ttahundra grader
Du kan lita p mej du kan lita p mej
Mnniskor med stirrande blick
du grt fast du inte fick
Varma klder men s kalla krar
inte konstigt nr jag bara ser drar
Vi fryser ihjl det r s kallt
stackars barn men snart blir det varmtEbba Grön - 800° - http://motolyrics.com/ebba-gron/800-lyrics-english-translation.html
Ja vi fryser ihjl det r s kallt
stackars barn men snart blir det varmt
Det blir ttahundra grader
Du kan lita p mej du kan lita p mej
ttahundra grader
Du kan lita p mej du kan lita p mej
Ibland knns det ingenting alls
ven nr dom hugger av min hals
Bara s jvla tom
nr jag vntar p min egen dom
Vi fryser ihjl det r s kallt
stackars barn men snart blir det varmt
Ja vi fryser ihjl det r s kallt
stackars barn men snart blir det varmt
Det blir ttahundra grader
Du kan lita p mej du kan lita p mej
ttahundra grader
Du kan lita p mej du kan lita p mej
Ebba Grön - 800° (English translation)
Why explain when I have stopped believing?
What is left save for 'the biggest blow'?
It is so one hundred percent efficient,
when it's taking our lives.
We're freezing to death, it is so cold,
poor children, but soon it will be warm.
Yeah we're freezing to death, it is so cold,
poor children, but soon it will be warm.
It will be eight hundred degrees.
You can trust me, you can trust me.
Eight hundred degrees.
You can trust me, you can trust me.
People with staring gaze,
you cried despite no permit.
Warm clothes but so cold shivers,
not so strange when all I see is fools.
We're freezing to death, it is so cold,
poor children, but soon it will be warm.Ebba Grön - 800° - http://motolyrics.com/ebba-gron/800-lyrics-english-translation.html
Yeah we're freezing to death, it is so cold,
poor children, but soon it will be warm.
It will be eight hundred degrees.
You can trust me, you can trust me.
Eight hundred degrees.
You can trust me, you can trust me.
Sometimes it doesn't feel at all,
even when they are cutting off my neck.
Just so fucking empty,
when I'm waiting for my own doom.
We're freezing to death, it is so cold,
poor children, but soon it will be warm.
Yeah we're freezing to death, it is so cold,
poor children, but soon it will be warm.
It will be eight hundred degrees.
You can trust me, you can trust me.
Eight hundred degrees.
You can trust me, you can trust me.