boy looks like an old man
He huddles in the cold
And reaching for the darkness
Away from the half-light

dark girl wanders on
She bears a wound for you

[bad word] to a halt
Inside a is waiting
He is calling his house
Eyes fixed at the gun

bag is tossed on the ground
Its content's already used
The cold subsides and someone dies
There in the half-light

He is calling his house
Eyes fixed at the gun

language she don't know
Telling her about love
She lets him in
He takes his chance 

Автор, соответственно, Микаэль)