Translation of the song lyrics Dunkla rum - Lars Winnerbäck

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

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