Vägen ut - Live'98 - Ulf Lundell Übersetzung ins Englische

Vägen ut - Live'98

Hala in din drm som en vderbalong, eller klipp linan, lt den g.
Fjordens vatten r s djupt och klart, grdarna klttrar p det grna upp mot det bl Hon har Atlanten svallande i sin blick.
Och stormfgeln glider snabbt ver vgornas skum.
Den vver hennes framtid och den tid som gick.
Nu vntar du i hennes rum.
Du har rest flera dagar, flera ntter ver berg.
Din bild av henne har pltsligt ndrat frg.
Hon var en mjlighet bland mnga.
Nu r hon enda vgen ut.
Hala in din lngtan som en drake ver en strand, eller slpp den, lt den g.
Nere vid sgen, vid forsen en brandgul flmtning i natt; markens sklvning, rken vit och gr.
Hon har flyttat fram sitt kn och krossat glaset i akvariet.
Nu forsar vattnet ut p stadens golv.
Hon r som en lkare som ger besked om vad hon sett.
Du har ett halvr kvar, Klockan r 5 i 12.
Vad vill du behlla, vad av det hr vill du ha kvar.
Vad kan du lmna av allt du har Hon var en mljighet bland mnga, nu r hon enda vgen ut.
Ledan ter livets lust, som rost och rg och sand, som driver och begraver dom vita ben som r allt som r kvar av dom drmmar som du stngde in i ett hem fr lngesen.
Vad vill du behlla, vad av det hr vill du ha kvar, vad kan du lmna av allt du har.
Vad vill du behlla, vad av det hr vill du ha kvar, vad kan du lmna av allt du har.
Hon var en mjlighet bland mnga.
Nu r hon enda vgen ut.

The way out - Live'98

Haul in your dream like a weather balloon, or cut the line and let it go.
The waters of the fiord are so deep and clear, the vines are climbing on the green towards the blue. She has the swell of the Atlantic in her gaze.
And the storm bird glides fast over the waves of the bay.
She hovers over her future and the time that has passed.
Now you wait in her room.
You've traveled for several days, several nights over the mountains.
Your image of her has suddenly changed color.
She was an opportunity among many.
Now she is the only way out.
Haul in your longing like a kite over a beach, or let it go, let it go.
Down by the water, by the rapids a firefly flickers in the night; the earth trembles, the sand white and grey.
She has moved forward her knee and smashed the glass of the aquarium.
Now the water rushes out onto the floor of the city.
She is like a doctor who gives news of what she has seen.
You have a half hour left, it is 5 to 12.
What do you want to keep, what of this do you want to keep.
What can you give up of all you have? She was an opportunity among many, now she is the only path out.
Boredom destroys the joy of life, like rust and dust and sand, which drifts and buries the white bones that are all that remain of the dreams that you locked up in a home long ago.
What do you want to keep, what of this do you want to keep, what can you give up of all you have.
What do you want to keep, what of this do you want to keep, what can you give up of all you have.
She was an opportunity among many.
Now she is the only way out.