Текст и перевод песни Ulf Lundell - Transropa Express

Transropa Express

P en klippa ver havet
Ligger ett vackert hotell
Det r ljus i alla rum
Alla rum r bokade ikvll
Lngt ute p havet
Gr snabba btar ver
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Transropa Express
P terrassen med en drink i sin hand
Str en man med sin dotter
Han har byggt sitt slott
Med hjlp av mnga andra dttrar
Som r lngt lngt hrifrn
Du kan se dom i Rom
I Milano eller i din egen stad
Slda och betalda
R dom fngar i Nattens Parad
Dom r som slagna djur
Som inte kan ta sig ur
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Transropa Express
Dom slde sin frihet
Fr frihets skull
Nu sljs dom vidare frn man till man
Mannen p terrassen
Stryker sin dotters hr
Ute p havet r hans son
Det r den bsta av vrldar
Den enes brd den andres dd
Den enes pengar och lust
Den andres fattigdom och nd
Finns det en Gud druppe
Har han vnt sin rygg mot oss?
Tror du han hr den dr bnen
Som flickan dr ligger och ber?
Gud ta mig hem igen
Lt mig f bli den jag var igen
Lt allt det hr ta slut
Lt mig f hitta en vg ut
Frn Transropa Express
Mannen p terrassen
Hller hrt i sin dotter
Hon kommer aldrig att bli som dom
Isfrusna sjlar p vg genom natten
Flickor som dr varje dag
Hundratals mil hemifrn

Transropa Express

By a cliff face the ocean
A beautiful hotel is nestled
Every room is illuminated
Every room is booked tonight
Far out on the ocean
Fast ferries pass by
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Transropa Express
On the terrace with a drink in his hand
Stands a man with his daughter
He has built his castle
With the help of many other daughters
Who are far, far away
You can see them in Rome
In Milan or in your own city
Sold and paid for
They are prisoners in the Night Parade
They are like beaten animals
Who cannot escape
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Transropa Express
They sold their freedom
For the sake of freedom
Now they are sold on from man to man
The man on the terrace
Strokes his daughter's hair
Out on the ocean is his son
It is the best of all possible worlds
One man's bread is another man's death
One man's wealth and pleasure
Another man's poverty and misery
Is there a God up there
Has he turned his back on us?
Do you think he hears that prayer
That the girl is lying there and praying?
God take me home again
Let me be who I was again
Let all this end
Let me find a way out
From Transropa Express
The man on the terrace
Holds his daughter close
She will never be like them
Frozen souls on their way through the night
Girls who die every day
Hundreds of miles from home