Hatis Romans - Indieland/Emokillen
Indieland
Hand pat tied in each man's hand
what happened with our beautiful Indieland?
Holger Bar is not left.
Popsnörens sunkhak against Vomit Bar.
But in our periphery
dashes Terry past.
He becomes our nostalgia
for he wants to stay in ours Indieland.
Brother Daniel times forget and the records with Kent and Popsicle is hidden.
But Carmen are of course nevertheless left
and Debaser is better than Vomit Bar.
we let everything to remain.
This is our utopia and we stays in ours Indieland.
In our beautiful, beautiful Indieland!
Emokillen
Small Emo the guy gasar up and down
Small emo the guy dances to sow they see
In line with acoustic short-circuit
And look: The pandas smiles!
An eroticism's flame is pasted permanentlely as in trance.
Sprayar the tufts delicate before Mettan dance
See so judgement looks on emo the guy's gloss
Euforisk Emo
Euforisk Emo boy
Snudd on pop the having gang
On the land, he is small
On Söder is he big
Söder does him big
We want to all to last
We want to all to last with in his blessing klan
Small Emo the guy is seldom quiet but fragile
Small Emo the guy cries when he dies
In line with dekadens
And perhaps to musical
Fulfils the lungs with success
And mysteriousness
It is so he liver up to his habit mind evidence.
Euforisk Emo boy
Snudd on pop the having gang
One independent fairytale
It is smeared never out
It takes never up
We want to all to last
We want to all to last with
In his blessing klan
In his pop novel
