Translation of the song lyrics Av ingens frö - Lars Winnerbäck

Av ingens frö (original)

Du bjuder ut ditt skratt till var och en som nskar f lvorna har bjudit dig till vals
Men din salta dagg syns tydligt mot din gonfrans nd Du dansar tyst en krleksvals frn ingen alls
I desperat jakt p en vn
Kan du frnedras om igen
Du sknker mer n nn kan ta Fare en sekund av nnting bra
Kan ngon ge vad du ska ha Vill ngon se vad du har sett
Kan du nnsin hitta rtt
Och f tillbaka det du gett
Natten har sin sng om vilsenhet en trappa ner
Dare blinkar lamporna till komp av en maskin
Ett trtt och vilset barn av trasig vrld are allt jag ser
Nare du felfritt stampar takt till hysterin
Du blommar upp av ingens fr I vrme varm som slask och sn Du torkar tare av ingens trst
Och lyssnar tyst till ingens rst
Du har rock’n’roll I dina brst
Du har blues I dina lare
Du har visor I ditt hare
Och poesi I dina sare
Men nu syns daggen tydlig mot din gonfrans igen
Du vinglar bakfull hem till vggar utan svar
Ditt glamoursa hopp om lyckovrld I skymningen
Blev en bitter vandring hem I singular
Du har sett drmmar rasa ner
Och du vet hur munnar ler
Dom lskar grna det dom ser
Men dom skrms bort om det finns mer
Men du are van vid folks manare
Och frn din vagga till din grav
are du den vilsna vrldens slav
Du are en tare I svarta hav

Av ingens frö (translation)

You invite your laughter to everyone who wants the foals has invited you to the waltz
But your salty dew is clearly visible against your gonfrans nd You dance quietly a love waltz from no one at all
In desperate search of a friend
Can you be lowered again
You donate more now that you can take Danger a second of nnting good
Can someone give you what you want? Does anyone want to see what you have seen?
Can you ever find the right one
And get back what you gave
The night has its song about lostness downstairs
Dare flashes the lights to the accompaniment of a machine
A tired and lost child of a broken world is all I see
When you flawlessly stomp pace to hysteria
You bloom up from nobody's seed In warmth warm as sleet and snow You dry more of nobody's comfort
And listens silently to nobody's voice
You have rock'n'roll in your breasts
You have blues in your ears
You have songs in your hare
And poetry In your sare
But now the dew is clearly visible against your gonfrans again
You sway hungover home to walls with no answer
Your glamorous hope for a world of happiness At dusk
Became a bitter walk home I singular
You've seen dreams fall apart
And you know how mouths smile
They love what they see
But they are scared away if there is more
But you're used to people's manners
And from your cradle to your grave
are you the slave of the lost world
You are a kelp in the Black Sea