Paroles et traduction Ulf Lundell - Gammal nog

Gammal nog

Solen, dom dammiga fnstren
April r som en gammal bil
Som har kt alla dom hr milen
Genom en natt i exil

Hemma igen, ingen mter
Jag har inte vart mig sjlv
P lnge nu; det gr bara p
Frn morgon till kvll

Gammal nog att minnas
Utan att lngta dit igen
Gammal nog att se mig om
Efter en vn
Gammal nog att ta frvll
Och brja om p nytt igen
Gammal nog att ta nnu en chans
Fr krlek utan grns
Jag har den hr hungern kvar i mig n

Alla dessa intervjuer
Jag ryser infr vad jag sagt
Du blir en simpel idiot
S fort du ppnar munnen
Och det ligger dr sen
Det kort du lagt

Alla falska handslag
Alla brutna lften
Dom gr vad dom vill med dig
Och du har ingenting att stta emot
Du r redan dmd av mobben
Dessa nattmsseskrikare
Som aldrig vill bli nnting

Gammal nog att se det
Gammal nog att hrda ut
Det gr en der av guld och ande
Genom den hr vrlden utan slut
Gammal nog att hlla mig till den
Gammal nog att st fr mina ord
Gammal nog att ta nnu en dans
P detta avdukade bord
Jag har den hungern
Kvar i mig n

En visslare visslar i grnden
En engd luffare gr entr
Hans vantar har avklippta fingrar
Han sger: Du ger vad du kan de

Sen knastrandet av
Bildck mot gruset
Rutan glider ner utan ljud
Klockan p armen gnistrar
Han sger:
Har du tnkt ver mitt bud

Frn ett fnster vinkar en flicka
En ros faller ner i gatans ljus
Hon har dom vackraste rda lppar
Och brsten hver sig i hennes blus

Rosen brinner, bilen glider ivg
Luffaren pissar p rosen
Mnen gr i moln
Dr str jag med min
Skrivmaskin och sjunger
Kan

Old Enough

The sun, the dusty windows
April feels like an old car
Having driven all these miles
Through a night in exile

Home again, no one meets me
I haven't been myself
For a long time now; it just continues
From morning till evening

Old enough to remember
Without wanting to go back there again
Old enough to look around
For a friend
Old enough to say goodbye
And start over again
Old enough to take one more chance
For love without borders
I still have this hunger in me

All these interviews
I shudder at what I said
You become a common idiot
As soon as you open your mouth
And then it's there
The card you played

All the fake handshakes
All the broken promises
They do whatever they want with you
And you have nothing to oppose them
You are already condemned by the mob
These nighthawk screamers
Who never want to become anything

Old enough to see it
Old enough to endure it
There runs a path of gold and spirit
Through this world without end
Old enough to stick to it
Old enough to take responsibility for my words
Old enough to take one more dance
On this unfolded table
I still have this hunger
In me

A whistler whistles in the alley
A band of tramps enters
Their gloves have clipped fingers
He says: Give what you can

Then the crackling of
Car tires against gravel
The window slides down silently
The watch on his wrist sparkles
He says:
Have you thought about my offer

From a window, a girl waves
A rose falls down into the streetlight
She has the most beautiful red lips
And her breasts sway in her blouse

The rose burns, the car glides away
The tramp pisses on the rose
The moon is covered in clouds
There I stand with my
Typewriter and sing
Can