Translation of the song lyrics Tiden är mogen - Uno Svenningsson

Tiden är mogen (original)

Vnta inte lngre min vn Lyssna p vinden ifrn norr
Det stora mrkret r p vg igen
Som gudarna spdde en gng
Den gamle mannen lyfte min hand
Och gav mig en skimrande sten
Den hr skall du alltid bra runt din hals
Den ger dig styrka p din vg Tiden r mogen
Ge dig av Portarna i norr finns inte kvar
Tiden r mogen
Ge dig av Den vita rnen kan ge oss svar
Jag vaknade upp ur min febriga drm
Mina lakan var vta och jag frs
Jag gick upp och sg mig i spegeln
Dr skimrade en honungsfrgad sten
Eldarna slcktes p bergen
Och nn blste i sitt horn
Ljudet skar natten i bitar
Och jag hrde den gamles ord
Tiden r mogen
Ge dig av Portarna i norr finns inte kvar
Tiden r mogen
Ge dig av Den vita rnen kan ge oss svar
Jag vadade ut mot facklorna
Som prydde den bt jag skulle ta Ovanfr mig seglade den vita rnen
Och bakom mig brann allt som p ett bl Tiden r mogen
Ge dig av Portarna i norr finns inte kvar
Tiden r mogen
Ge dig av Den vita rnen kan ge oss svar

Tiden är mogen (translation)

Do not wait any longer for my friend Listen to the wind from the north
The great darkness is on its way again
As the gods once did
The old man raised my hand
And gave me a shimmering stone
You should always wear it well around your neck
It gives you strength on your path Time is ripe
Get out of The gates to the north are no longer there
The time is ripe
Get rid of The white eye can give us answers
I woke up from my feverish dream
My sheets were wet and I froze
I went up and looked in the mirror
There shone a honey-colored stone
The fires were extinguished on the mountains
And now he blew his horn
The sound cuts the night into pieces
And I heard the old man's words
The time is ripe
Get out of The gates to the north are no longer there
The time is ripe
Get rid of The white eye can give us answers
I waded out towards the torches
Which adorned the boat I was to take Above me sailed the white eagle
And behind me burned everything that in a bl The time is ripe
Get out of The gates to the north are no longer there
The time is ripe
Get rid of The white eye can give us answers