One is born into this vale of tears In the end of August, I was born It was that year specifically End of August It rained every single day Then one grows up and gets older Well, one has no other choice And ever since the first day Out of habit One has wandered around in our vale of tears So it's better to stop dreaming It's all going to hell anyway Because if you dream of Paris You'll somehow end up Cursedly in Hudiksvall In one's youth, one had fantasies They were sins of youth committed Believed in equality and solidarity But now you have a better overview So now one couldn't care less about politics Let people think what they want There's no point In fighting in any association No, it's futile anyway So it's better to stop dreaming It's all going to hell anyway Because if you dream of Paris You'll somehow end up Cursedly in Hudiksvall But eventually the sap begins to rise And one seeks a life partner Someone who meets your norms With Dolly Parton's figure And Tore Wretman's expertise in cuisine But darn it, things didn't turn out as expected From when you were seventeen-eighteen Now in retrospect you know She looks like Tore Wretman And cooks like Dolly Parton does So it's better to stop dreaming It's all going to hell anyway Because if you dream of Paris You'll somehow end up Cursedly in Hudiksvall Now one stands between the cradle and the grave Middle-aged and overweight Surely one has plans To start exercising But, of course, in the long run And one dreams of a new and fancy Mercedes And a summer house in Portugal But you get an old Škoda With a broken gearbox And a shed at best So it's better to stop dreaming It's all going to hell anyway Because if you dream of Paris You'll somehow end up Cursedly in Hudiksvall And you sitting here among the audience You think you're having a good time, but You should be moderately happy You probably have water damage In the house when you come back home And you guys sitting here hoping And dreaming wide-eyed You won't get anything out of it Sitting here and doing Because in the end, nothing will come of it tonight So it's better to stop dreaming It's all going to hell anyway Because if you dream of Paris You'll somehow end up Cursedly in Hudiksvall So it's better to stop dreaming It's all going to hell anyway Because if you dream of Paris You'll somehow end up Cursedly in Hudiksvall At best