| Du sa realism,
| You have realism,
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| Nare jag fll och flg p samma gng.
| When I fell and followed at the same time.
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| Jag sov I fantasi och skrev en sng,
| I slept in fantasy and wrote a song,
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| Och Du stod suckande och iakttog min dans
| And You stood sighing and watched my dance
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| Fare ngot som egentligen inte fanns.
| Danger something that did not really exist.
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| Jag skrek poesi
| I screamed poetry
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| Och du stod kvar p jorden och sg p.
| And you stood on the ground and looked on.
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| Du log, och jag frskte nog frst,
| You smiled, and I probably asked first,
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| Men jag stod fngad I min drmda sagovrld
| But I was trapped in my dream world of fairy tales
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| Och flngde runt I fnoskig flrd.
| And flew around in silly flirtation.
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| Och nu s stare jag vilsen hare bland brnda skepp
| And now I stare lost hare among burnt ships
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| Och krda lopp.
| And run races.
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| Bland molnen finns det hopp,
| Among the clouds there is hope,
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| Men p jorden stare min kropp.
| But on earth my body stares.
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| Och min krlek finns minst tretton trappor opp,
| And my love is at least thirteen stairs up,
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| I min drmda sagovrld.
| In my dream fairytale world.
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| Du sa «Altruism»,
| You say "Altruism",
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| Ett svrt ord som jag inte knde till.
| A difficult word that I did not know.
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| I min vrld fare jag gra som jag vill.
| In my world I can do as I please.
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| S jag gick fram och sa «Du, dig vill jag ha»
| So I went forward and said "You, I want you"
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| Jag fick en kram och allt var bra.
| I got a hug and everything was fine.
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| S jag skrek «Romantik!»,
| S I shouted «Romance!»,
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| Du var nykter nog att sga «Kom,
| You were sober enough to say «Come on,
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| Kom jag har ngonting vi mste prata om»
| Let's I have something we need to talk about »
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| Och nykter utav vin och full av lngtan are det ltt
| And sober with wine and full of longing are easy
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| Att sga fel och tnka rtt
| To say wrong and think right
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| Nu gare mina tankar till en prins
| Now my thoughts turn to a prince
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| Och till en sagofe
| And to a fairy tale
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| Som sitter p kaf,
| Sitting in a cafe,
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| Vid en blomstrande spalj,
| At a flowering trellis,
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| Och bara blandar ut sin tid med lite te I min drmda sagovrld.
| And just mix his time with some tea in my dream fairytale world.
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| Du sa «Kom tillbaks
| You said, 'Come back
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| Nare du tappat dina vingar och kan g».
| When you have lost your wings and can go ».
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| Sjlv hade jag ingenting att fresl,
| I myself had nothing to fear,
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| S du klippte mina vingar och min himmel rasa' ner
| So you cut my wings and my sky collapsed
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| Och allt blev mrkt och inget mer.
| And everything became dark and nothing more.
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| Och jag darrade av skrck,
| And I trembled with fear,
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| Nare Du sa «Vlkommen till Verklighetens land!»
| Nare You said "Welcome to the Land of Reality!"
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| Hare hostar vi I sot och svett och sand.
| Here we cough in soot and sweat and sand.
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| Hare kan vi leva som dom vnner som vi are,
| Hare can we live as the friends we are,
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| Bland alla andra som are hare
| Among all others who are hare
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| Men mina vingar vxer ut igen nare vinden
| But my wings grow out again closer to the wind
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| Stare ditt mrka hare,
| Stare your dark hare,
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| Och jag tror nog du frstare
| And I think you understand first
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| Nare jag far upp dit ingen nare,
| When I go up there no one comes,
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| Och nare jag vinkar ner till jorden dare du stare. | And nearer I wave down to earth dare you stare. |