Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tiden är mogen, artist - Uno Svenningsson. Album song Original Album Series, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 06.11.2011
Record label: Metronome a Warner Music Group Company
Song language: Swedish
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 |
(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 |