| Omkring tiggarn frn Luossa satt allt folket I en ring
| Around the begging nets from Luossa, all the people sat in a circle
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| Och vid lgerelden hrde de hans sng
| And at the fire they heard his song
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| Och om bettlare och vgmn och om underbara ting
| And about beggars and vgmn and about wonderful things
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| Och om sin lngtan sjng han hela natten lng
| And about his longing he sang all night long
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| Det are ngot bortom bergen, bortom blommorna och sngen
| There is something beyond the mountains, beyond the flowers and the song
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| Det are ngot bakom stjrnor, bakom heta hjrtat mitt
| There's something behind the stars, behind my hot heart
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| Hren — ngot gare och viskar, gare och lockar mig och beder:
| Hren - something gare and whispers, gare and entices me and prays:
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| «Kom till oss ty denna jorden, den are icke riket ditt
| "Come to us, for this earth is not your kingdom
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| Jag har lyssnat till de stillsamma bljeslag mot strand
| I've been listening to the quiet breezes towards the beach
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| Om de vilda havens vila har jag drmt
| I have dreamed about the rest of the wild seas
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| Och I anden har jag ilat mot de formlsa land
| And in the spirit I have hurried to the formal lands
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| Dare det kraste vi knde skall bli glmt
| Dare the craziest we could be forgotten
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| Till en vild och evig lngtan fddes vi av mdrar bleka
| To a wild and eternal longing we were born of pale mothers
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| Ur bekymrens fdselvnda steg vare frsta jmmerljud
| From the birth of worry came the first moaning sound
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| Slngdes vi p berg och sltter fare att tumla om och leka
| We were thrown on mountains and there was no danger of tumbling and playing
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| Och vi lekte lg och lejon, fjril, tiggare och gud
| And we played lg and lion, butterfly, beggar and god
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| Satt jag tyst vid hennes sida, hon, vars hjrta var som mitt
| I sat quietly by her side, she, whose heart was like mine
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| Redde hon med mjuka hnder mt vrt bo
| She saved with soft hands mt vrt bo
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| Hrde jag mitt hjrta ropa, det du ger are ej ditt
| I heard my heart cry, what you give is not yours
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| Och jag frdes bort av anden att f ro
| And I was led away by the Spirit to sow
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| Det jag lskar, det are bortom och frdolt I dunkelt fjrran
| What I love, it's beyond and hidden in the dark distance
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| Och min rtta vg are hg och underbar
| And my right path is high and wonderful
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| Och jag lockas mitt I larmet till att bedja infare Herran:
| And I am enticed in the midst of the alarm to pray to the Lord:
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| «Tag all jorden bort, jag ga vill vad ingen, ingen har!»
| "Take away all the earth, I want what no one, no one has!"
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| Flj mig broder, bortom bergen, med de stilla svala floder
| Follow me brother, beyond the mountains, with the still cool rivers
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| Dare allt havet somnar lngsamt inom bergomkransad bdd
| Dare all the sea falls asleep slowly within rock-encircled bed
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| Ngonstdes bortom himlen are mitt hem, har jag min moder
| Ngonstdes beyond heaven are my home, I have my mother
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| Mitt I guldomstnkta dimmor I en rosenmantel kldd
| In the middle of golden mist in a rose cloak dressed
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| M de svarta salta vatten svalka kinder feberrda
| M the black salty water cool cheeks feverish
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| M vi vara mil frn livet innan morgonen are full!
| May we be miles from life before the morning is full!
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| Ej av denna vrlden var jag och ondlig vedermda
| Not of this world was I and wickedly abominable
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| Led jag fare min oro, otro, och min heta krleks skull
| Let me risk my worries, disbelief, and the sake of my hot love
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| Vid en snckbesllad havsstrand stare en port av rosor tunga
| At a seaside beach, a port of roses heavy stares
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| Dare I vila multna vraken och de trtta mn f ro
| Dare I rest rotten wrecks and the tired mn f ro
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| Aldrig hrda hga snger likt fiolers ekon sjunga
| Never hear loud songs like violin echoes sing
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| Under valv dare evigt unga barn av saligheten bo | Under vaults dare forever young children of bliss live |