Текст и перевод песни Ulf Lundell - Babywriter

Babywriter

Khaki p en dammig vg
En dammig buss full av folk
Jag och min babywriter
Ker genom knen utan tolk
Utan karta, utan sllskap
Bara vi tv frn stad till stad
Jag och min Babywriter
Hller gonen ppna, fyller vra blad
Babywriter, Babywriter
Den hr vrlden klarnar
Till obegriplighet G
Den hr vrlden ligger de
Saknar betydelse
Nnting du vet eller inte vet
Babywriter
Bara du gr den anstndig
Bara du ger den ett sammanhang
Lmna mig inte, du r allt jag har
En kvinna i en trdgrd, regn
Dahlior, fglar, doft av jord
Jag kommer in genom grinden
Trastarna sjunger
Hon ser p mig utan ord
Hennes fylliga brst hver sig
Skran i linningen, lpparna sras
Jag och min Babywriter, stor trst
Dysenteri, mste bras
Babywriter, Babywriter
Den hr vrlden klarnar till ohygglighet
Den hr vrlden r ingen trdgrd
Den r slkt, barn, snderfall
Likgiltighet
Babywriter
Bara du gr den vacker
Bara du kan frlta den
Lmna mig inte, d har jag inget kvar
Frid i mitt blod
Ett hus r inte lngre ett hus
En kvinna r inte lngre en kvinna
Filmen r slut
Jag r ute p gatan igen
Babywriter, Babywriter
Den hr vrlden kan man ha och mista
Det finns ingen stt att han den;
Det r fr trngt och kallt i kistan
Babywriter
Bara du kan hlla ihop den
Ga mig sagorna, sngerna, dammet, vgen
Ge mig frgorna
Jag vill inte ha ngra svar

Babywriter

A dusty road dressed up in khaki
A crowded bus full with folks
Me and my babywriter
Heading out through nowhere
No map, no company
Just we two from city to city
Me and my babywriter
Keeping our eyes open, filling our pages
Babywriter, Babywriter
This here world makes no sense
No sense at all, no sense at all
This here world lies there
Means nothing
Something you know or don't
Babywriter
Only you make it decent
Only you give it a plot
Don't leave me, you're all I got
A woman in a garden, rain
Dahlias, birds, the scent of soil
I enter through the gate
The thrushes sing
She looks at me without a word
Her full breasts heave
A tear in her blouse, her lips tremble
Me and my babywriter, great thirst
Dysentery, gotta puke
Babywriter, Babywriter
This here world makes no sense
This here world ain't no garden
It's decay, children, decay
Indifference
Babywriter
Only you make it beautiful
Only you can set it free
Don't leave me, I've got nothing left
Peace in my blood
A house is no longer a house
A woman is no longer a woman
The movie's over
I'm out on the street again
Babywriter, Babywriter
This here world can be had and lost
No way to keep it
It's too narrow and cold in the coffin
Babywriter
Only you can hold it together
Give me the stories, the songs, the dust, the road
Give me the questions
I don't want no answers