| En natt jag vandrade I skogen
| One night I was walking in the woods
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| Avmagrad, blek och tard
| Skinny, pale and tard
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| Omsluten av ett morker och en stillhet
| Surrounded by a darker and a quieter
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| Si tyst och forundransvard
| Say quietly and wonderfully
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| Den natten jag lamnade livet
| That night I paralyzed life
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| Den existens som jag aldrig har agt
| The existence I never intended
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| Minga tysta minklara natter
| Slightly quiet less clear nights
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| Detta sjalvmord jag overvagt
| This suicide I oversaw
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| Skymningen fargar himlen rod
| Twilight colors the sky red
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| I skogen jag vilar, om hosten dod
| In the forest I rest, if the cough dies
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| Nar solens forsta sken lingsamt
| When the sun first shines brightly
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| Kysser skogens lovbestroda jord
| Kisses the forest's law-abiding land
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| Bildas en dunkel stamning
| A dark stuttering is formed
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| Som ej kan beskrivas med ord
| Which can not be described in words
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| Stillsam ar denna tavla
| This painting is quiet
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| Tills den uppvacks av hostregnets fall
| Until it is awakened by the fall of the coughing rain
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| Pi den fuktiga marken jag vilar
| On the damp ground I rest
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| En skepnad si vit och kall | A figure in white and cold |