| Nu vldtas mitt folk igen.
| Now my people are being overthrown again.
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| Oss drnka I blod vill dom.
| They want to drown us in blood.
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| Dom talar om friheten
| They talk about freedom
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| Med svarta handen bakom.
| With black hand behind.
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| Dom skingrar allt folk som boss,
| They disperse all the people like a boss,
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| Barn utan mor och far.
| Children without a mother and father.
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| Dom tnker ptvinga oss
| They think to force us
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| Korset som Jesus bar.
| The cross that Jesus carried.
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| n dljer dom all sin skam.
| n they share all their shame.
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| Dom dljer den bakom lag.
| They share it behind the scenes.
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| Men mordet ska bryta fram
| But the murder will break out
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| Och visa sitt rtta jag.
| And show your true self.
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| Och mnga tusen mn Ska offra sitt liv fare mord.
| And many thousands of men Will sacrifice their lives to murder.
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| Och blodet ska strmma igen
| And the blood will flow again
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| Och gdsla vare goda jord.
| And gdsla be good soil.
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| Jag vill ha ett riktigt liv
| I want to have a real life
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| Med mina barn och syskon
| With my children and siblings
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| Och rekonstruera vren
| And reconstruct the vren
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| Som ligger dare och frblder.
| Which lies dare and froblder.
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| Mig skrmmer ni inte alls,
| You don't scare me at all,
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| Ni elndets herremn!
| Ye lords of fire!
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| Berva oss hoppets stjrna!
| Give us the star of hope!
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| Den ska nog bli vare igen!
| It will probably become a thing again!
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| Bls, folkets vindar, bls!
| Bl, the winds of the people, bl!
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| Bls ter! | Pg ter! |
| Och n en gng!
| And once again!
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| Ni sprnger mitt hjrtas ls Och fyller min mun med sng.
| You open my heart and fill my mouth with song.
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| n sjunger han, er poet,
| n sings he, ye poet,
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| S lnge min mun kan andas
| As long as my mouth can breathe
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| Och nda till evighet
| And nda to eternity
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| Hans aska med er ska blandas. | His ashes with yours shall be mingled. |