[part 2] Lena wanted run away from drug addicts and indie clubs. It was then, Lena, now I want to stay forever. And my little son [<--Sigge, who is 3 if I'm not wrong, Julius is just few months "old" and wasn't in the world when this song was written:)] smiles at male prostitues when we walk hand in hand by the fish church [ http://www.fiskekyrkan.se/fiskekyrkan.htm ]. And yet, Hurricane [<--Daniel "Hurricane" Gilbert, guitarist in Håkan's band], when they wrote about me in a paper you said how it was: "Håkan, never forget that park bench is never too far; but the good old times won't come back" - and I swear that every drunk, at every bench in every corner greeted us, the night I found you, and I swear I'd never seen stars shinging more brightly than that night when we kissed all the shit we had gone through goodbye.
[part 1:] In '94 I had a job at Påål's bakery, until I started with tequila and became a drummer in a new orchestra. And then they said at Påål's that some of us had to go, with that they meant Karl-Johan, Andreas and me. I had no kids back then, by Karl-Johan had 2 so it struck him quite hard./The thoughts were almost always black in the pavillion in Långedrag [<--district in Gothenburg] where I often sat with pensioners during the boat-season. And we watched those young and oblivious in the boats and in each others arms and thought: "guilt and sufferung is still waiting for you!". I walked on my knees for so many years in this city [=Gothenburg], but I swear I heard Salvation Army singing about leaving everything behind, first time I saw you, and I swear I heard trucks from E4 [<--motorway in Sweden, impossible to hear it from Gothenburg], rumbling as they were passing by, that night we kissed all the shit we had gone through goodbye.