| Ingen glittrar som dig Stockholm,
| No one glitters like you Stockholm,
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| ingen har lockat mig som du
| no one has attracted me like you
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| Du var sval n¤r jag kom hit och du ¤r svalare nu
| You were cool when I came here and you're cooler now
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| Men jag har k¤nt hur mina steg har fҐtt en gata h¤r att gҐ
| But I have felt how my steps have made a street here go
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| I ditt regn fick jag den kraft jag skulle fҐ
| In your rain I got the power I would get
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| Dina sҐnger har jag sjungit, dina dr¶mmar har jag dr¶mt
| I have sung your songs, I have dreamed your dreams
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| Min sans har jag f¶rnekat och min hemstad har jag gl¶mt
| I have denied my sense and I have forgotten my hometown
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| Jag har lҐtit dig f¶rst¶ra mig, jag har stampat i din takt
| I have let you destroy me, I have stomped at your pace
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| men nu m¶ter jag alla ord som jag har sagt
| but now I meet all the words I have said
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| Jag har seglat pҐ ett stormande hav
| I've been sailing on a stormy sea
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| och tro mig, jag har velat st¤vja vinden
| and believe me, I have wanted to curb the wind
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| Det ¤r kyligt h¤r i natt,
| It's chilly here tonight,
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| n¤r Stockholm kysser mig pҐ kinden
| when Stockholm kisses me on the cheek
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| Det ¤r som om jag har ljugit n¤r du frҐgar var jag fҐr allting ifrҐn
| It's like I've been lying when you ask where I was for everything from
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| Jag ¤r slungad upp pҐ bҐlet, om du undrar hur jag mҐr
| I'm thrown in the gut, if you're wondering how I feel
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| Jag gҐr ner till… rstaviken och sparkar h¶stl¶v med min son
| I go down to stavrstaviken and kick autumn leaves with my son
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| Gud v¤lsigne hans smҐ f¶tter d¤r dom gҐr
| God bless his little feet wherever they go
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| En gҐng k¤nde jag doften av ett varmt och vackert hem
| Once I smelled a warm and beautiful home
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| Jag har saknat det, f¶raktat det och saknat det igen
| I have missed it, despised it and missed it again
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| Den v¤rme man ska slҐs av n¤r man lҐser upp sin d¶rr
| The heat you have to turn off when you unlock your door
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| En vacker dag blir ingenting som f¶rr
| A beautiful day will be nothing like before
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| Jag har seglat med ett sjunkande skepp
| I have sailed with a sinking ship
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| och tro mig, jag har velat st¤vja vinden
| and believe me, I have wanted to curb the wind
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| Det ¤r kyligt h¤r i natt,
| It's chilly here tonight,
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| n¤r Stockholm kysser mig pҐ kinden
| when Stockholm kisses me on the cheek
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| Alla visioner som har slutat h¤r, all dr¶m som aldrig h¤nt
| All visions that have ended here, all dreams that never happened
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| I ett myller utav v¤gsk¤l har man rest ett monument
| A monument has been erected in a throng of road junctions
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| f¶r alla idioter som gick vilse i sin tro
| for all the idiots who got lost in their faith
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| f¶r alla strebers utan ro
| for all strivers without rest
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| Jag har seglat pҐ ett stormande hav
| I've been sailing on a stormy sea
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| och tro mig, jag har velat st¤vja vinden
| and believe me, I have wanted to curb the wind
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| Det ¤r kyligt h¤r i natt,
| It's chilly here tonight,
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| n¤r Stockholm kysser mig pҐ kinden
| when Stockholm kisses me on the cheek
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| Jag har seglat pҐ ett stormande hav
| I've been sailing on a stormy sea
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| och tro mig, jag har velat st¤vja vinden
| and believe me, I have wanted to curb the wind
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| Det ¤r kyligt h¤r i natt,
| It's chilly here tonight,
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| n¤r Stockholm kysser mig pҐ kinden | when Stockholm kisses me on the cheek |