Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Släpp hästarna fria, artist - Tomas Ledin. Album song 40 år 40 hits ett samlingsalbum 1972 - 2012, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Acasso
Song language: Swedish
Släpp hästarna fria(original) |
Jag vnder min bil mot norr, |
Jag ker uppfare kusten |
Det fare ta den tid det tar, |
Jag fljer den inre rsten |
Mina tankar spelar fritt, |
Jag minner mig tillbaka |
Bilderna kommer frsts, |
Hstarna sliter sig loss… |
Jag har Stockholm bakom min rygg, |
Sltten har jag passerat |
Lngtradarna kmpar p, |
Jag reser som planerat |
P vg mot en ljusare trakt, |
Dare jag vet att jag hare hemma |
Bilen fare glida fram, |
Bakom hstarnas damm… |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
Hare har jag sttt I ett regn, |
Och liftat, vilka minnen |
Mina rtter fare nring igen, |
Det skrper mina sinnen |
Det framkallar hennes ansikte, |
Hon som bodde hare vid havet |
Knslorna svvar fritt, |
Jag hare hstarnas skritt |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
Jag har lnge knnt en oro, |
Krypande bakom min rygg |
Jag har nstan tappat greppet, |
Om dom knslor som gare, |
Att jag knner mig trygg… |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
Jag nrmar mig resans ml, |
Tar frjan ver lven |
Jag fylls av ett stilla lugn, |
Ser havet sl mot bergen |
Snart gare jag p min barndoms mark, |
Dare min farfar var min hjlte |
Jag var Indian och han, |
Han var hstarna som sprang |
Jag var Indian och han, |
Han var hstarna som sprang… |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Slpp hstarna fria |
(translation) |
I turn my car north, |
I'm going up the coast |
It may take the time it takes, |
I follow the inner voice |
My thoughts play freely, |
I remember back |
The pictures will come first, |
The horses are tearing themselves apart… |
I have Stockholm behind me, |
I have passed the plain |
The trucks are fighting on, |
I'm traveling as planned |
On the way to a brighter area, |
Dare I know I'm at home |
The car may slip forward, |
Behind the dust of the horses… |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |
Hare I have stood In a rain, |
And hitchhiked, what memories |
My roots danger nring again, |
It sharpens my senses |
It evokes her face, |
She who lived hare by the sea |
Emotions float freely, |
I have the steps of the horses |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |
I've long been worried, |
Crawling behind my back |
I'm almost lost my grip, |
If they feel like gare, |
That I feel safe… |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |
I'm approaching the journey goal, |
Takes frjan ver lven |
I am filled with a quiet calm, |
Sees the sea sl towards the mountains |
Soon I will walk on the land of my childhood, |
Dare my grandfather was my hero |
I was Indian and he, |
He was the horses that ran |
I was Indian and he, |
He was the horses that ran… |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |
Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring, Spring |
Let the horses free |