| Fru Bast hlsade p den natten fri frn alla domedagsdressyrer
| On that night, Mrs. Bast was free from all doomsday dressage
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| Mnen stod I zenit ver n I Dionysos vinkapell satt lvorna och skla med satyrer
| Men stood at the zenith over n In Dionysus' wine chapel sat the lions and sat with satires
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| Och vi hylla vare frgngelsedemon
| And we pay homage to the demon of remembrance
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| Det var sommar och du skulle hrifrn
| It was summer and you were going to hrifrn
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| Och jag sg bjlken I mitt ga men sn insikt hjlper fga
| And I saw the beam In my ga but such insight helps fga
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| Nare Freja plockat ut sitt honorar
| Nare Freja picked out her fees
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| D vill man skrika brja om och stanna kvar
| Then you want to shout start again and stay
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| Men vem hare en sdan sliten kommentar?
| But who has such a tired comment?
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| Inga svar
| No answers
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| Men stjrnor fll och lvor hll oss fngna I ett avsked under mnen
| But stars fell and lvor kept us trapped In a farewell during the months
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| Domedagsprofeter satt och grt
| Doomsday prophets are sitting and crying
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| Och orden om frsoning fick sitt liv som aldrig hrts I telefonen
| And the words of reconciliation got their lives that were never heard on the phone
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| En kyss I Dionysos tte-a-tte
| A Kiss In Dionysus' tte-a-tte
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| Ett snedsteg av frlt som jag frlt
| A slip of the tongue that I felt
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| Fare mnen har en kraft som frnuftet aldrig haft och aldrig fare
| Danger men have a power that reason has never had and never danger
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| Och d gare det som det gare
| And d gare it as it gare
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| Sen vill jag skriva allt jag sett s nn frstare
| Then I want to write everything I've seen so far
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| Fast inga toner kan frklara hur jag mare
| Although no tones can explain how I feel
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| Och det blev sent och det blev tyst
| And it got late and it got quiet
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| Och nare Bacchus hade kysst oss blev du rdd och jag blev stel
| And when Bacchus had kissed us, you got scared and I got stiff
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| Och du sa allt det hare are fel
| And you said all that hare are wrong
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| Men alla lvor hll oss kvar och nu var dden uppenbar vid vrat avsked under mnen
| But all lvor kept us and now the death was obvious at our farewell during the months
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| Och timmarna vi hade och som gick frsvann med tanken bort I dimman
| And the hours we had and that passed disappeared with the thought away in the fog
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| Vi vnde innan Venus syntes klart
| We turned before Venus appeared clear
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| Och landa I en sng med valda ord och sg vare sista vargatimme
| And land in a song with chosen words and say every last wolf hour
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| Satyrer vnde hem frn flkt och fart
| Satyrs returned home from flight and speed
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| Det va lugnt och tyst men knappast underbart
| It was calm and quiet but hardly wonderful
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| Fare are man trtt p ensamhet har tystnad mist sin dignitet
| If you are tired of loneliness, silence has lost its dignity
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| Nu var vi tv men ensamheten gav sig p Och den anfll med ett tal om allt jag inte kunde f Och du sg det men du bad mig inte g, men frst
| Now we were two but the loneliness gave way And it attacked with a speech about everything I could not get And you said it but you did not ask me to go, but first
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| Och det vart en sekund av evighet och en sekund av osynliga trar
| And there was a second of eternity and a second of invisible tears
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| I Dionysos dissonans
| I Dionysus dissonance
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| En sekund var klarsynt och frstod att jag var en av tusen drar
| One second was clear-sighted and understood that I was one of a thousand drags
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| Som hoppas harmoni och tolerans
| Who hopes for harmony and tolerance
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| Men letar s febrilt I lvors dans
| But looking so feverishly In lvors dance
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| S jag gick hem s konsekvent till mig och mina instrument
| So I went home consistently to myself and my instruments
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| Och sagan fick det s*** den skulle ha Men det var sommar d och natten blev ju bra s det va vackert
| And the saga got what it was supposed to have But it was summer d and the night turned out well so it was beautiful
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| Men det sg jag frst idag
| But I only saw that today
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| Och nare jag vandrar ut ikvll till Dionysos vinkapell och ser satyrer hja glas
| And when I walk out tonight to Dionysus' wine chapel and see satyrs by the glass
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| Och lvor dansa I extas
| And lvor dance In ecstasy
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| Jag vinglar sakta ner till n och snder hlsning drifrn till en drottning under
| I sway slowly down to n and send greeting drive to a queen below
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| mnen | mnen |