Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charlatan, artist - Opeth. Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Song language: Swedish
Charlatan(original) |
| «Vem är Gud? |
| Vad är Gud?» |
| «Det är en svår fråga!» |
| «Jag tror inte på Gud» |
| «Tror du på Gud?» |
| «Nej!» |
| «Varför skulle jag?» |
| Three thousand dreams in pale moonlight |
| Counting |
| Three thousand years of Winter’s blight |
| Ticking off against my heart |
| Here come the months of squalor |
| Clasp death in his parlour |
| A sorrow celebration |
| She canes a thousand creations |
| Three hundred days in an endless night |
| Frost smiles |
| Three hundred weapons on manhunt |
| Craving more blood to its name |
| Here come the months of squalor |
| Clasp death in his parlour |
| A sorrow celebration |
| She canes a thousand creations |
| Cities, violated graves |
| Yonder distance, perfect slave |
| You |
| «Gud, Gud, Gud… är Gud hans namn?» |
| «Nä, Jesus!» |
| «Finns det bara en Gud?» |
| «Nä» |
| «Hur många finns det?» |
| «30 miljoner hundratusentals» |
| «Oj!» |
| «Det är en I varje land» |
| «Ok. |
| Kan de prata med varandra?» |
| «Nä» |
| «Han kan flyga bara har ett huvud, på en månbild!» |
| «Folk säger att han vakar över oss där uppe» |
| «En dör» |
| «Det finns inget rätt eller fel» |
| «Det finns inget rätt eller fel» |
| «Det finns inget rätt eller fel» |
| «Vad tror du händer när man dör?» |
| «Jag tror väl mest att man… ligger kvar på sin gravplats, typ» |
| (translation) |
| «Who is God? |
| What is God? » |
| "It's a hard question!" |
| "I do not believe in god" |
| "Do you believe in god?" |
| "No!" |
| "Why should I?" |
| Three thousand dreams in pale moonlight |
| Counting |
| Three thousand years of Winter’s blight |
| Ticking off against my heart |
| Here come the months of squalor |
| Clasp death in his parlor |
| A sorrow celebration |
| She canes a thousand creations |
| Three hundred days in an endless night |
| Frost smiles |
| Three hundred weapons on manhunt |
| Craving more blood to its name |
| Here come the months of squalor |
| Clasp death in his parlor |
| A sorrow celebration |
| She canes a thousand creations |
| Cities, violated graves |
| Yonder distance, perfect slave |
| You |
| "God, God, God… is God his name?" |
| "No, Jesus!" |
| "Is there only one God?" |
| «No» |
| "How many are there?" |
| «30 million hundreds of thousands» |
| "Oh!" |
| "There is one in every country" |
| «Ok. |
| Can they talk to each other? » |
| «No» |
| "He can fly with only one head, on a moon image!" |
| "People say he's watching over us up there" |
| «A door» |
| "There is no right or wrong" |
| "There is no right or wrong" |
| "There is no right or wrong" |
| "What do you think happens when you die?" |
| «I think most of all that you… remain in your grave, type» |