Paroles et traduction Ulf Lundell - Odessa

Odessa

Jag gr dom hr gatorna p dagarna
Jag gr dom p ntterna ibland
Min lgenhet r som en cell
I ett fngelse i ett frmmande land
Alla jag knde
Allt jag kunde ta p glider undan
Jag r rdd att dras in i mrkret
Fr gott
Jag sitter i stolen
Jag drmmer, jag blundar
Folk p gatorna ser ut som robotar
Deras gon r alldeles dda
Dom har munnar som fiskar
Fr bleka och fr kalla fr att blda
Det fanns fruar, det fanns barn
Det fanns berg att ta sig ver
Dom r p sina hll nu och dom har
Vad dom har och behver
Dom sger att den gamle mannen som bor
I huset dr snart r helt begravd
Under travar av tidningar, travar av bcker
Och saker han har
Han bara sitter dr inne
Slpper aldrig in nn
Jag gr frbi, det r inte svrt fr mig
Att man kan bli sn
Du nr en punkt dr inget tycks
Betyda nnting lngre
Allt slcks ner och cirkeln runt dig sjlv
Blir allt trngre
Om ntterna kommer dom ensamma
Och vldsamma ut
Ngra hamnar i nn annans sng
Fr en natt, andra p en sjukhusakut
Hromnatten gick jag frbi en fotoaffr
Rutan var krossad
Det lg ngra kameror kvar
Jag tog en Nikon och sen stod jag
Dr ett tag, men inte en mnniska kom
Bara ett frlskat par
Dom gav mig ett leende
Son tog jag ngra bilder av mig sjlv
I spegeln i hallen och satte in dom p
Match.com nsta kvll
Fick svar frn Elena i Odessa
Hennes far var stridsflygare
Gick ner i en sj utanfr Poltava
Hennes pojkvn slog henne
Hon ville ha familj, man och barn
Hon bor med sin mor vid Svarta Havet
Hon ser levande ut
Hon r vacker och glad
Hon vill ngonting
Jag har aldrig varit dr
Jag kan ge henne vad hon vill ha

Odessa

I wander these streets by day
I walk them sometimes at night
My apartment is like a cell
In a prison in a strange land
All I knew
All I could touch slips away
I'm afraid that I'll be drawn into the darkness
For good
I sit in the chair
I dream, I close my eyes
The people on the streets look like robots
Their eyes are totally dead
They have mouths like fish
Too pale and too cold to ever kiss
There were wives, there were children
There were mountains to climb
They're on their own now and they have
What they have and they need
They say the old man who lives
In the house down the road is almost fully buried
Under stacks of newspapers, stacks of books
And things that he's got
He just sits in there
Never lets anyone in
I walk on by, it's not hard for me
To believe that I'll go insane
You reach a point where nothing seems
To matter anymore
Everything just shuts down and the circle around you
Gets smaller and smaller
At night the lonely ones come out
And the violent ones too
Some end up in someone else's bed
For a night, others in an emergency room
Last night I passed a photo store
The window had been smashed
There were a few cameras left
I took a Nikon and then I stood there
For a while, but not one person came
Just one love-struck couple
They gave me a smile
So I took some pictures of myself
In the mirror in the hall and uploaded them to
Match.com the next evening
Got a reply from Elena in Odessa
Her father was a fighter pilot
Went down in a lake outside Poltava
Her boyfriend beats her
She wants a family, a husband and kids
She lives with her mother by the Black Sea
She looks alive
She's beautiful and happy
She wants something
I've never been there
I can give her what she wants