Haer i vara trakter
vimlar det av vakterDessa groena Securitas-as
slar vara liv i kras
Dom regerar hela stan
men vi ska ge dom endera dan

Ta ett gevaer och skjut en vakt
Vi ska ordna en skitstor slakt
Ta ett gevaer, bevaepna dig, min vaen
sa skall vi visa dom djaevlarna sen

Ni kanske tycker
att vi sjunger foer mycket
om Gaevles vakter
fula, groena vakter
Men vi vill fa dej att foersta
att vakterna vill bara sla

Ta ett gevaer och skjut en vakt...
Reducera deras makt...

Dom planerar sitt Tredje Rike
nere pa tempofiket
Vakterna blir flera och flera
och dom slar mera och mera
Ska dom fa goera som dom vill?
Jag orkar inte laenge till!

Here in our area
there's a lot of guardians
These green bastards
destroys our life
They rule the entire city
But we'll show them one day

Grab a gun and shoot a guardian
We'll arrange a holocaust
Grab a gun, get armed, my friend
and we'll show those devils

You may think
that we sing too much
about the guardians of Gaevle
the ugly, green guardians
But we want to make you understand
that the guardians just want to beat

Grab a gun...
Reduce their power...

They plan their Third Reich
in the supermarket cafeteria
The guardians beat 
more and more
and their number increases
Should they be allowed to
do as they please?
I can't take it much longer!

Staden ligger tyst
Fabian Manssons byst
den star daer den brukar sta
ja, den star daer den brukar sta
Om jag hade tid
satte jag mig daer
och vaentade tills
morgonen aer haer
Gaevle, Gaevle, underbara stad
daer statyer star pa rad
Dom statyer som inte stilla star
aer ute pa Kungsan, pa Kungsan och gar

Morgonen aer haer
Staden vi har kaer
vaknar upp
med ett tigervral
Jag tog mig tid
och satte mig ner
Bilarna blir

fler och fler
Gaevle, Gaevle, jag aelskar dej
Hemma blir dom saekert
foerbannade pa mej
Tror att jag var't ute
pa na't ruttet place
men ack, vad dom bedrar sej!

It's a quiet town
The statue of Fabian Mansson
stands where it usually stands
yes, it stands where it usually stands
If I had the time
I would sit right there
and wait for the morning to come

Gaevle, Gaevle, wonderful city
where the statues stand in a row
Those statues that are not standing still
are out walking the main street

The morning is here
The town we love
wakes up with
a tiger roar
I took the time
and sat down
There are more and more cars

Gaevle, Gaevle, I love you
At home they'll probably
get mad at me
They'll think I've been out
in some rotten place
but, buy, are they mistaken!

Haer rinner inga tarar
som det gjorde i gar
Ung man i vaerlden
har faellt sin sista tar
Haer kretsar inga gamar
och haer spills inget krut
Lyckan slar emot mig
dom ganger jag gar ut

Som att aka karusell
Samma varfloder i mitt broest
Samma gutturala ton
som doeljer sig i min roest

Naer gryningen aer ljusroed
och E4:an aer tom
Naer du har sluppit undan
din mycket harda dom
bemoeter du din omvaerld
med kaerlek och med skratt
ett skratt som haller i sig
tills din dag blir natt

Som att aka karusell
Samma kittlingar och yrsel
Du foerlorar all din sans
vett, balans och styrsel

Sa oevervaeldigande
aer kaenslan som du baer
att du ger upp striden
och tror att du aer kaer
Ingen tid att taenka
Det hinns inte med
Kanske du bedrar dig
Det aterstar att se

Som att aka karusell
Det kittlar i din mage
Skriken bara samlar sig
daer under din krage

No tears are running here
lik eyesterday
Young man in the world
has shed his last tear
No vultures circulating
No gun powder being spilled
Luck comes against me
whenever I go out

Like riding the merry-go-round
The same spring rivers in my chest
The same dull tune
hiding in my voice

When the dawn is light red
and the main road is empty
When you have escaped
your very hard judgement
you meet the world around you
with love and laughter
a laughter that lasts
until your day turns into night

Like riding the merry-go-round
The same tickelings and dizziness
You lose all your sanity
sense, balance and steering ability

The feeling you carry inside
is so overwhelming
that you give up the battle
and believe that you're in love
No time to think
You're to busy
Maybe you deceive yourself
Time will tell

Like riding the merry-go-round
Your stomach tickles
The screams are gathering
beneath your collar

Aennu en varkvaell med rosa moln
och brustna foerhoppningar
Varvindar, laengtan och vemod
och tonerna av en gitarr
En ensam man pa en busshallplats
ser tillbaks pa sitt liv och ler
Han har varit med om sa mycket
och skall vara med om mycket mer

Timmarna kommer och timmarna flyr
men varje dag aer ett aeventyr
Sa mycket aterstar att se
innan min livstid aer passe

Mannen kaenner sig sentimental
och taenker pa ditt & datt
Aennu en kaenslofylld varkvaell
och aennu en ensam natt
Sa kommer da droemmen som aldrig vill doe
droemmen om att bli na't stort
att goera succe infoer alla
och det hela ska helst ga fort

Timmarna...

Bortom husen och fabrikerna
finns nat efterstraevansvaert
na't som injagar livstro
na't han anser vara primaert
Vaegen dit aer bade krokig och smal
och knappast rosenbestroedd
Aenda vaedrar han lycka
och glaeds oever att han blev foedd

Timmarna...

Another spring evening with pink clouds
and broken hopes
spring winds, longing and melancholy
and the tunes of a guitar
A lonely man at a bus stop
looks back at his life anb smiles
He has experienced a lot
and he's going to experience more

The hours come and the hours pass by
but each day is an adventure
So much remains to be seen
before my life time is passe

The man feels sentimental
and thinks about various things
Another emotionally lodaded spring evening
and another lonely night
Then comes the dream that refuses to die
the dream of becoming something big
to be succesful in front of everybody
and preferably quickly

Beyond the houses and the factories
there's something worth striving for
something which gives faith in life
something he considers the number one priority
The road to there is crooked and narrow
and hardly paved with roses
Yet he kan smell luck
and he's happy that he was born