| Han stod dr en dag som en blixt ifrn klar himmel
| He stood there one day like a bolt from the blue
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| Med storm och eld vann han hennes hand
| With storm and fire he won her hand
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| Hon fljde sitt hjrta istllet fr sin klokhet
| She followed her heart instead of her wisdom
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| Han charmade skrattade och lt henne trivas
| He charmed laughed and let her enjoy herself
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| Med lften om lyx och pengar
| With the air of luxury and money
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| Krlek och samhrighet, smltes hon ned
| Love and togetherness, she melted down
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| Jag hr min pappas ord, nr han blir satt i jord
| I hear my father's words when he is buried
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| En sista fest, ett glas, fr att rensa min hals
| One last feast, a glass, to clear my throat
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| Men min stackars mor, hon har ett sorgeband
| But my poor mother, she has a mourning band
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| Knutet hrt omkring sitt hjrta rrat av sorg
| The knot around his heart stirred with grief
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| Hon lmnade allt som hon hade byggt upp
| She left everything she had built up
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| Vnner och jobb, barn som flyttat ut Dom tv tillsammans ville skapa ett hem
| Friends and jobs, kids who moved out They both wanted to make a home together
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| Flytta bort och brja om p nytt
| Move away and start again
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| Tyvrr s sprack den drmmen
| Unfortunately, that dream was shattered
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| Krlekens eld blev sval, och dom gled isr
| The man's fire grew cold, and they drifted apart
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| Jag hr min pappas ord, nr han blir satt i jord
| I hear my father's words when he is buried
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| En sista fest, ett glas, fr att rensa min hals
| One last feast, a glass, to clear my throat
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| Men min stackars mor, hon har ett sorgeband
| But my poor mother, she has a mourning band
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| Knutet hrt omkring sitt hjrta rrat av sorg
| The knot around his heart stirred with grief
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| Deras liv som par r nu ver
| Their life as a couple r now ver
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| Hon lever sitt liv fr sig sjlv
| She lives her life for herself
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| Han har hittat en annan
| He has found another
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| Hoppas att han har det bra, fr sin egen skull
| Hope he's doing well, for his own sake
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| Jag hr min pappas ord, nr han blir satt i jord
| I hear my father's words when he is buried
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| En sista fest, ett glas, fr att rensa min hals | One last feast, a glass, to clear my throat |
| Men min stackars mor, hon har ett sorgeband
| But my poor mother, she has a mourning band
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| Knutet hrt omkring sitt hjrta rrat av sorg
| The knot around his heart stirred with grief
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| Jag har min syster kvar, och min storebror
| I still have my sister, and my older brother
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| Dom har jag alltid haft, och kommer nog alltid att ha Men vi som ni, r bara mnniskor
| I have always had them, and probably always will have But we, like you, are only human
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| Och en dag ska vi f vila… hos Moder Jord | And one day we shall rest... with Mother Earth |