| Genom drren ut I vrlden,
| Through the door into the world,
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| Planeten vingar speglar sig mot skyn.
| The planet's wings are reflected in the sky.
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| Knner hur mitt hjrta slare,
| Know how my heart beats,
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| Och utanfare dare brjar dagen gry.
| And outsiders dare start the day at dawn.
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| Nu are jag dare igen, du lockar p mig.
| Now I'm daring again, you attract me.
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| Jag tar din hand nu.
| I'm taking your hand now.
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| Genom grnder och torg, gator utan s***,
| Through alleys and squares, streets without s ***,
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| Och tusen minnen.
| And a thousand memories.
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| Jag hare musiken igen, en glimt av krlek.
| I hear the music again, a glimpse of love.
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| Jag hare musiken igen,
| I love the music again,
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| Det knns s nra som om det var I gare.
| It feels almost as if it were you.
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| Sekunder av friheten.
| Seconds of freedom.
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| Jag hamnar vid ett bord p jorden,
| I end up at a table on earth,
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| Utsikt ver hav och land.
| Views of sea and land.
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| Som slagen av en blixt,
| Like a bolt of lightning,
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| Hare borde vi ha suttit hand I hand.
| Hare we should have sat hand in hand.
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| Och tiden stannar en stund, jag kan hra din rst.
| And time stands still for a while, I can hear your voice.
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| Du knns s nra.
| You knns so close.
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| Din lena hud. | Your smooth skin. |
| Saknadens makt,
| The power of loss,
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| Griper tag om mig nu.
| Grabs hold of me now.
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| Jag hare musiken igen, en glimt av krlek.
| I hear the music again, a glimpse of love.
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| Jag hare musiken igen,
| I love the music again,
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| Det knns s nra som om det var I gare.
| It feels almost as if it were you.
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| Sekunder av friheten.
| Seconds of freedom.
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| Tusen minnen, tusen dofter.
| A thousand memories, a thousand scents.
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| Tusen skl att sakna dig hare.
| A thousand skl to miss you hare.
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| Tusen skl att hlla andan.
| A thousand skl to hold your breath.
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| Och lyssna till musiken.
| And listen to the music.
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| Nu are jag dare igen, du lockar p mig.
| Now I'm daring again, you attract me.
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| Jag tar din hand nu.
| I'm taking your hand now.
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| Genom grnder och torg, gator utan s***,
| Through alleys and squares, streets without s ***,
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| Och tusen minnen.
| And a thousand memories.
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| En drm som drog frbi
| A dream that passed
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| are jag ntilgen fri?
| are I ntilgen free?
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| Jag hare musiken igen, en glimt av krlek.
| I hear the music again, a glimpse of love.
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| Jag hare musiken igen,
| I love the music again,
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| Det knns s nra som om det var I gare.
| It feels almost as if it were you.
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| Jag hare musiken igen. | I love the music again. |
| Jag hare musiken igen,
| I love the music again,
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| En skymt av himmelen. | A glimpse of the sky. |