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