Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dunkla rum, artist - Lars Winnerbäck. Album song Söndermarken, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Swedish
Dunkla rum(original) |
| Torka tҐrarna min v¤n |
| jag tror jag vet ungef¤r hur det k¤nns |
| som att f¶rs¶ka dansa med en myndighet |
| du ville bara ha ett hem, en plats |
| nҐnting vettigt att g¶ra, vad som helst |
| det fanns tid f¶r nҐt att v¤xa |
| det fanns plats f¶r lite v¤rdighet |
| du har sparkat pҐ i k¶n till ett st¤lle som man inte ens vill in pҐ |
| man tuggar i sig hela svansen |
| det stҐr alltid nҐt i v¤gen |
| du tar dig alltid loss och du rusar |
| men ¤ndҐ fҐngar marken dina f¶tter |
| Jag kan inte hj¤lpa dig upp, kan inte lysa upp den v¤g du springer |
| jag kan inte vagga dig varm och lugn |
| du har en annan r¶st, annan f¤rg, |
| ett annat land, med andra klockar som ringer |
| jag tar mig inte in i dina dunkla rum |
| Det stҐr ett f¤ltslag bakom v¤ggen |
| man slҐr i tomma containrar |
| det h¤r ¤r helvetets f¶rgҐrd |
| i december stҐr man stilla i en tunnel |
| och tr¤ngs, och tr¤ngs |
| och alla bara pratar |
| om det bara fanns nҐnting att s¤ga |
| om det fanns sk¤l att vilja delta |
| du ser, jag kan inte ens f¶rmҐ mig att hj¤lpa nҐgon annan |
| det h¤r ¤r be your own star show |
| det h¤r ¤r bit ihop och sparka |
| och ge precis vad du beh¶ver och ta vad du kan fҐ |
| Jag skulle g¤rna hj¤lpa dig upp och kunna lysa upp den v¤g du springer |
| om jag kunde vagga dig varm och lugn |
| jag har nog samma r¶st och bor i samma land |
| med samma klockor som ringer |
| du gҐr inte ensam genom dunkla rum |
| Vasen vinglar pҐ bordets kant |
| Ґskan mullrar ovanf¶r ditt tak |
| uppf¶r ¤r l¤ttare, men nerҐt ¤r det brant |
| kan inte landa d¤r med ryggen rak |
| hornen ryter, du f¶rlorade striden |
| pҐ nolltid har du tappat din gl¶d |
| det ¤r inget nytt under solen vi har sett hela tiden |
| den enas br¶d, den andres d¶d |
| Se pҐ m¤nniskorna som slits f¶r nҐn annans resultat |
| se hur flugan kv¤vs i spindelns n¤t |
| se pҐ hyenorna som gr¤ver i kadavret efter mat |
| se pҐ baggen i murkna tr¤d |
| Jag kan inte hj¤lpa dig upp, kan inte lysa upp den v¤g du springer |
| jag kan inte vagga dig varm och lugn |
| Vi ¤r vallfҐr i vargarnas tid, och det ¤r gamarnas klockor som ringer |
| inget ljus d¤r vi irrar och springer runt i vҐra dunkla rum |
| Vi ¤r vallfҐr i vargarnas tid, och det ¤r gamarnas klockor som ringer |
| inget ljust d¤r vi irrar och springer runt i vҐra dunkla rum |
| (translation) |
| Wipe my tears my friend |
| I think I know about how it feels |
| like trying to dance with an authority |
| you just wanted a home, a place |
| nothing sensible to do, whatever |
| there was time for something to grow |
| there was room for a little dignity |
| you have kicked in the queue to a place you do not even want to enter |
| you chew your whole tail |
| there is always something in the way |
| you always get loose and you rush |
| but still the ground catches your feet |
| I can not help you up, can not light up the road you run |
| I can not rock you warm and calm |
| you have a different voice, a different color, |
| another country, with other bells ringing |
| I'm not getting into your dark rooms |
| There's a field behind the wall |
| you beat in empty containers |
| this is the damn thing |
| in December you stand still in a tunnel |
| and crowded, and crowded |
| and everyone is just talking |
| if only there was something to say |
| if there were reasons to want to participate |
| you see, I can not even help myself to anyone else |
| this is your own star show |
| it's bit together and kick |
| and give exactly what you need and take what you can get |
| I would love to help you up and be able to light up the path you are running |
| if I could rock you warm and calm |
| I probably have the same voice and live in the same country |
| with the same bells ringing |
| you do not walk alone through dark rooms |
| The vase sways on the edge of the table |
| The box rumbles above your roof |
| up is lighter, but down it is steep |
| can not land there with his back straight |
| the horns roar, you lost the battle |
| in no time you have lost your glow |
| there is nothing new under the sun we have seen all along |
| the bread of one, the death of another |
| Look at the people who are worn out for someone else's results |
| see how the fly suffocates in the spider's net |
| look at the hyenas digging in the carcass for food |
| look at the ram in the rotten trees |
| I can not help you up, can not light up the road you run |
| I can not rock you warm and calm |
| We are pilgrims in the time of the wolves, and it is the bells of the vultures that ring |
| no light where we wander and run around in our dark rooms |
| We are pilgrims in the time of the wolves, and it is the bells of the vultures that ring |
| no light where we wander and run around in our dark rooms |