Текст и перевод песни Ulf Lundell - Orkney

Orkney

Fann Wenner packade sin vska i april och stngde drren till sin lgenhet Han tog tget till Amsterdam och bodde p bordellerna dr ingen vet vem man r eller vart man kommer ifrn Han hll sig till en flicka ifrn Libanon Efter fjorton dar tog han en frja ver till England och kpte en biljett p Paddington
Upp genom landet for Fann Wenner Grna kullar, industristder Stannade ngra dagar i Edinburgh Kpte nya skor, nya klder Till Dundee och Inverness och sen upp till Wick vidare ver till Orkney en kvll D himlen var ljus och full av fgelskrik Han tog in p Fovaren Hotel Han byggde sig ett altare p sitt rum av Scapa och Highland Park Han skrev brev han aldrig skickade och tappade mobilen en mnskensnatt frn ett tak Stjrnorna brann som eldar i hans huvud och en storm kom in och drog frbi I den stormen hrde han altets rst och han fylldes av ro och frid (en vers med ackord och munspel) Klockorna ringde i S: t Magnus Cathedral och dimmorna drev bort, det blev klart Solen slickade The Standing Stones torra s skoningslst, s underbart Stormfglar gled som projektiler ver vgornas kammar och skum Stderskan vnde sig om och grt nr dom bar ut honom frn hans rum

Orkney

Fann Wenner packed his suitcase in April and closed the door to his apartment. He took the train to Amsterdam and lived in the brothels where no one knows who you are or where you come from. He stuck with a girl from Lebanon. After fourteen days, he took a ferry to England and bought a ticket at Paddington.
On up through the country went Fann Wenner. Green hills, industrial cities. Stayed a few days in Edinburgh. Bought new shoes, new clothes. To Dundee and Inverness and then up to Wick, on to Orkney one evening. The sky was bright and full of bird calls. He checked in to the Fovaren Hotel. He built himself an altar in his room from Scapa and Highland Park. He wrote letters he never sent and dropped his cell phone from a roof one moonlight night. The stars burned like fires in his head and a storm came in and passed by. In that storm he heard the voice of everything and he was filled with peace and calm (a verse with chords and harmonica). The bells rang in St. Magnus Cathedral and the fogs drifted away, it became clear. The sun licked The Standing Stones dry, so mercilessly, so beautifully. Storm petrels glided like projectiles over the crests and spume of the waves. The barmaid turned and wept when they carried him out of his room.