translate by Helge Martinsson 

The morning brings me new gnawings. 
And my loneliness 
Is speeding up to the afternoon. 
And at night 
The last and lonely passenger is giving me his pastel - 
a still-life: 
The record, the love and the cigarette 
So darling, so cold - and the last. 
The record, the love and the cigarette 
So darling, so cold - and the last. 
You are dancing, you are smoking to the foxtrot, you are going 
On and on 
It’s your happiness and hobby to show off yourself in portraits 
And in dreams  [bad word] to cry on your shoulder - on the shoulder-belt you’re keeping 
Just for me. 
The record, the love and the cigarette 
So darling, so cold - and the last. 
I’m too heavy with my sleep, and I am lost in interjections, 
And I can’t 
To slice air into sentences and words because it is too 
Tolerant. 
I’m flying round my house, I’m flying round my house, I’m flying round my house - 
So godlike and so airy, so beloved.. 
I will smoke and love and hear only what is close and near 
To my heart: 
The record, the love and the cigarette 
So darling, so cold - and the last. 
The record, the love and the cigarette 
So darling, so cold - and the last.