| «De djvlar, som frndrat mig
| "The devils who changed me
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| Ska jag fare alltid hmnas
| Should I always go home
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| Vems de det n mnas»
| Whose name is it?
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| Sjng hennes vackra rst.
| Sing her beautiful voice.
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| «De bugar sig fare myten
| 'They bow to the danger myth
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| Och vnder kappan efter vinden.
| And turns the coat after the wind.
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| Och de kysser mig p kinden
| And they kiss me on the cheek
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| Och jag spyr p deras trst.
| And I spit on their comfort.
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| De lgger sig och vilar tryggt
| They lie down and rest safely
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| Och barnsligt vid mitt brst.
| And childish at my breast.
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| Och nare de ftt sin gldje gare de ut.
| And when they got their joy, they went out.
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| Fare de fare allt ett s***,
| Fare de fare allt ett s ***,
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| Och deras sorger tidvis domnar.
| And their sorrows occasionally numb.
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| Det blir vare och det blir sommar
| It will be care and it will be summer
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| Men hare vilar en frbannelse av hst.
| But hare rests a curse of autumn.
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| De ler t allt och inget
| They smile t everything and nothing
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| Och ger fan I besvren,
| Oh, give me answers,
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| Och de skrattar t misren
| And they laugh at misery
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| Fare den har de sett frut.
| Danger they have seen fruit.
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| Och den krlek som jag ger
| And the love I give
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| are blott en del av den jag saknar
| are just a part of the one I miss
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| Varje morgon nare jag vaknar,
| Every morning when I wake up,
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| Var sekund och var minut.
| Every second and every minute.
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| Har ngon nnsin sagt till mig
| Has anyone ever told me
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| Hur krleken ser ut?
| What does love look like?
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| Eller varfare den kan lmna snna hl?
| Or where can it leave such a hole?
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| Den sticker som en nl,
| It sticks like a nl,
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| Och frvandlar mina nerver
| And transforms my nerves
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| Till stoft och sot och skrvor,
| For dust and soot and screws,
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| Och frvandlar varje amorpil till krut.
| And turns every cupid's arrow into gunpowder.
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| De sover gott om natten
| They sleep well at night
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| Nare de klarat sina lxor.
| When they finished their homework.
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| Sjlv sover jag med hxor
| I myself sleep with witches
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| Som ingen bjudit hit.
| As no one invited here.
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| Ingen tycks frst det sare
| Nobody seems to care
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| Som svider I mitt hjrta.
| Which stings in my heart.
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| Fare deras sare av smrta
| Fare their sare of pain
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| Kan man badda ltt med sprit.
| Can you bathe lightly with alcohol.
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| Men de djvlar som frndrat mig
| But the devils that changed me
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| De ddar bit fare bit.
| The ddar bit fare bit.
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| Och gldjen har frsvunnit liksom jag.
| And the joy has disappeared like me.
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| Men jag hittar den en dag
| But I'll find it one day
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| Och jag are envis kan man tycka,
| And I'm stubborn you might think,
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| Men jag skall finna all min lycka,
| But I will find all my happiness,
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| Om s Dden ska bli den som tar mig dit! | If s Dden will be the one to take me there! |
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