Paroles et traduction Ulf Lundell - Vägen Ut

Vägen Ut

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

Pull in your dream like a weather balloon, or cut the rope, let it go. The fjord's water is so deep and clear, the streams climb on the green up towards the blue. She has the Atlantic Ocean swelling in her gaze. And the storm bird glides fast over the waves of the sea. It hovers over her future and the time that passed.
Now you're waiting in her room. You've traveled for several days, several nights over the mountains. Your image of her has suddenly changed color. She was a possibility among many.
Now she's the only way out. Pull in your longing like a kite over a beach, or let go of it, let it go. Down by the seaside, by the rapids a fire-yellow flickering in the night; the earth's trembling, smoke white and gray. She has moved forward her knee and smashed the glass in the aquarium. Now the water rushes out onto the city's floor. She's like a doctor who reports what she has seen. You have a year left, it's 5 past 12. What do you want to keep, what of this do you want to keep. What can you leave of all you have. She was a possibility among many, now she's the only way out. Boredom drains life's desire, like rust and corrosion and sand, that drift by and bury the white bones that are all that's left 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 leave of all you have. What do you want to keep, what of this do you want to keep, what can you leave of all you have. She was a possibility among many. Now she's the only way out.