Titta (look at me)
What is it you see
An oblivious teacher looking down on me
Blå och gul (Blue and yellow)
The school is no longer kul(fun / amusing)
As it once used to be

Inse (Try to realize)
You changed the system to let us more learn,
But to school I do no longer yearn,
It is no longer about learning
Tvärtom (vice versa / reverse / the opposite)
Everyone’s grades just keep on turning
From better to worse
Illusion or curse

No matter how hard I try,
Jag drunknar (I drown), sigh

When will you open your eyes,
Längtan efter kunskap(the longing / yearning for knowledge) dies

Young ungdomar(adolescents / teenagers / young adults) screams after help,
But still, you give them no hjälp (help / rescue)
Hear our resonant result
I had faith in you, adult

Thee call us abrasive!
“This is for your own good”
“Skitsnack!”(You are talking bulls***) I say as I swallow their lies like a fish climbing a tree
“Sluta!” (stop it now)
When all we want is to our best give,
But still have energy to a life live
Hamper we will no longer
Förenade och (united / unified and) stronger

You take our low voices as harangue, a verbal attack,
When all that we want
Is you give us some slack
Hoping that this is ephemeral,
It’s probably eternal

I abstain,
Catching my breath
Thinking school will soon lead to death
Feeling blithe
Is it a disenchantment
En uppenbarelse (a revelation / awakening)
Fängslad som en fånge I ett fängelse (Captive like a jailbird in a prison/trapped like a prisoner in a prison)
I’m trapped
Like quicksand, the more I fight the deeper I get
Titta (Look at me)