Som i en spökstad [English translation]

With her soul darker than the sky

she leaves her children behind the gate,

and hurries through the morning wind

to catch the train that leaves on the hour.

The concrete rises around her

higher than walls around the prison.

In everyone's eyes on the platform

she beholds the same quiet agony.

Thirty minutes in to the city

to earn her bread for the day.

The compartment is quieter than the grave

Quiet as a ghost town.

But deep in our human being

glitters a drop so clean and clear;

The source to the sea of freedom.

With a soul as gray as the sky,

and with the tiredness of death in her soul,

she picks up her children behind the gate.

Another day is soon a memory.

But when everyone sleeps she will dream,

and the TV helps to forget,

to have all voices silent;

As in a ghost town.

Because deep in our human being

burns a torch so clean and clear;

The source to the sea of freedom.