Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vem kan man lita på, artist - Mikael Wiehe. Album song Alla dessa minnen - Det bästa av Mikael Wiehe, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 10.01.2012
Record label: Parlophone Music Sweden
Song language: Swedish
Vem kan man lita på(original) |
Nr far och mor are dda |
Och vra slktingar har tatt gift |
Och alla vra vnner har valt sej sjlva |
Och vra lrare och frknar |
Har gtt och drnkt sej med varann |
Och nu nr smntabletterna har slutat hjlpa |
Och nr vr prst frn konfirmationen |
Str och pekar I det bl |
Och ingen fattar om han visar vgen |
Eller knner vilket hll, vinden blser p |
D kommer Halta Lotta hem till mej |
Med rsten fylld av grt |
Och snyftar, vem I hela vrlden kan man lita p |
Och nr John och Yoko Lennon |
Har gtt p psykoanalys |
Och Robert Zimmerman har flytt till landet med miljonerna |
Och Marilyn Monroe tappa taget |
Och Greta Garbo har blivit ful |
Och man frsker muta oss med resterna av visionerna |
Och nr prinsar och presidenter |
Ljuger medvetet I kapp |
Och nr dom som skulle sga sanningen |
Har brjat ta tillbaka det, dom just har sagt |
D kommer Lille Gerhard hem till mej |
Och hver sej p t |
Och viskar, vem I hela vrlden kan man lita p |
Krevaderna har tystnat |
Och kriget har tagit s*** |
Ensam sitter kaparen vid kanonerna |
Ver gyttjefyllda gravar |
Ligger luften tung av krut |
Han fingrar lite tankspritt p patronerna |
Och nr han tittar sej I spegeln |
Har den rmnat mitt itu |
Och mellan halvorna av hans ansikte |
Kilar rttorna in och ut |
D kommer Mor Maria krypande |
Och hennes gon are s bl |
Nr hon skriker, vem I hela vrlden kan man lita p |
(translation) |
No father and mother are dead |
And our relatives have gotten married |
And all our friends have chosen themselves |
And our teachers and girls |
Have gone and drowned with each other |
And now that the tablets have stopped helping |
And when our priest from the confirmation |
Size and point In it, among other things |
And no one understands if he shows the way |
Or know what direction the wind is blowing |
Halta Lotta comes home to me |
With the stone filled with grass |
And sobs, who in the whole world can you trust |
And no John and Yoko Lennon |
Her gtt p psychoanalysis |
And Robert Zimmerman has fled to the country with the millions |
And Marilyn Monroe is losing ground |
And Greta Garbo has become ugly |
And they try to bribe us with the remnants of the visions |
And no princes and presidents |
Consciously lying in the race |
And no those who would tell the truth |
Have started to take it back, they just said |
Little Gerhard comes home to me |
And every tough p t |
And whispers, who in the whole world can you trust |
The crevices have fallen silent |
And the war has taken s *** |
The hijacker sits alone by the cannons |
Protect mud-filled graves |
The air is heavy with gunpowder |
He fingers a little thoughtfully on the cartridges |
And when he looks at himself in the mirror |
Has it rmnat my deal |
And between the halves of his face |
Wedges the right in and out |
D comes Mother Maria crawling |
And her gon are s bl |
When she shouts, who in the whole world can you trust |