Lyrics of Fredrikas barndom - Maritza Horn

Fredrikas barndom (original)

Vare far var tung och dyster, vare mor var strng och vacker,
Vi hukade oss fare hennes dagliga attacker.
Stng ute vrldens onskedom, bli blind och dv och stum,
Om du ter fare mycket blir du lng och tjock och dum.
Men h, h vad livet are trist, fare en fjril som aldrig fare flyga.
h, klockan tickar, och tillsist blir vi vissna och gra,
are det det de hoppas p?
Vare dag var som ett schema, frst mla och brodera,
Se p nare far och mor t frukost, sedan konversera.
En timme som tv timmar schack, en timme promenad,
Och I schack fick han alltid vinna, men inte blev han glad.
Men h, h vad livet are tomt, att g instngd och tassa och smyga.
h, sitta still och ta det lugnt, nare jag lskar att snubbla
Liksom jorden snurrar runt.
Fredrika klippte mnster I mattan och gardinen,
Hon snattade I skafferiet, krossade porslinet.
Hon eldade med spetsnsdukar och med klnningen,
Fick en rfil fare det, men gjorde samma sak igen.
Fare h, hela livet drar frbi, medan vi kvvs ihjl hare I huset.
h, frost och mgel inuti, och jag skakar mitt galler,
Och jag lngtar att bli fri.
Bli fri, bli fri, bli fri…

(translation)

Every father was heavy and gloomy, every mother was stern and beautiful,
We crouched down in danger of her daily attacks.
Shut out the wickedness of the world, become blind and deaf and dumb,
If you are in danger a lot, you will be tall and fat and stupid.
But h, h what life is sad, danger a butterfly that never danger fly.
h, the clock is ticking, and at last we are withered and gray,
are they what they are hoping for?
Every day was like a schedule, first paint and embroider,
Look at father and mother for breakfast, then have a conversation.
An hour like two hours of chess, an hour of walking,
And in chess he always got to win, but he was not happy.
But h, h what life is empty, to go in and paw and sneak.
h, sit still and take it easy, nare I love to stumble
Like the earth spinning around.
Fredrika cut patterns in the carpet and the curtain,
She ransacked the pantry, smashed the crockery.
She fired with lace cloths and with the dress,
Got a rfil danger there, but did the same thing again.
Danger h, all life goes by, while we kvvs ihjl hare In the house.
h, frost and mgel inside, and I shake my lattice,
And I long to be free.
Get free, get free, get free…