| Jag vill somna i ditt kna / Under moln som inte syns / Jag vill
| I want to fall asleep in your lap / Under clouds that are not visible / I want to
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| Drunkna i dom agon / som har lett mej / Jag vill leka mod din kind /
| Drowned in the agon / that has led me / I want to play against your cheek /
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| Dricka amhet ur din hand / Och vakna bakom barken pa¥ ditt trad
| Drink tenderness from your hand / And wake up behind the bark of your tree
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| Jag vill klattra pa¥ ditt falt / Kanna jorden under oss / Och finnas
| I want to climb on your field / Know the earth beneath us / And exist
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| Till som bara barnet i mej kan / Jag vill plocka upp ett stra¥ / Nar du
| To which only the child in me can / I want to pick up a straw ¥ / When you
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| Ligger tatt intill mej / Och vildhallon fargar mjukt din hand
| Lies taken next to me / And wild raspberries gently color your hand
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| Tusen ar dom ga¥nger / jag har vandrat far mej sjalv / Tusen ar dom
| A thousand years they go / I have walked for myself / A thousand years they
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| Ga¥nger jag har la¥ngtat / Sa¥ har du na¥gonting att ge mej / Falj mej
| Times I have longed / So you have something to give me / Falj me
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| Till en vag ute pa¥ landet
| To a vague out in the country
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| Jag vill hitta na¥gons hus / Jag vill la¥na na¥gons hatt / Jag vill gunga
| I want to find someone's house / I want to leave someone's hat / I want to swing
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| I en tradga¥rd hela juli / Jag vill kasta ba¥da skorna / Och flyga efter
| In a garden all July / I want to throw away both shoes / And fly after
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| Svalorna / Nar solen ma¥lar sommarhimlen rad
| The Swallows / When the sun paints the summer sky in a row
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| Tusen ar dom ga¥nger / jag har vandrat far mej sjalv / Tusen ar dom
| A thousand years they go / I have walked for myself / A thousand years they
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| Ga¥nger jag har langtat / Sa¥ har du na¥gonting att ge mej / Falj mej
| Times I have longed / So you have something to give me / Falj mej
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| Till en vag ute pa¥ landet | To a vague out in the country |