Fröken Julie [English translation]

You had lost the first illusion

of the largest myth we heard since we were small.

But for my part the problem was of a completely different nature,

because the tavern already closed at 2 a.m.

Yes, you sat there in the ruin of pure love

with one who had Baccus on his knee.

The one who suffered an injustice which demanded revenge,

the other wanted to drink up his soul.

A glance that long since was broken

saw in one who blazed like fire.

A question just as mindless as all too often bewildered

became the key to a high class hotel.

Yes, you wanted to smell the scent of a drunk against your body

to wash away a completely different aroma.

And you thought that if a pig can be cleaned of clay

then you could go like a newborn from there.

Julie, yes, that was certainly your name.

Yes, I remember you fell off the chair when I said that mine was Jean.

Yes, fate sat with trump in the hand in a game

where you and I were low cards on the table.

A loveless and wordless spasm in the darkness.

A towel on a feather bed which was cold.

A sweater against a chair on a carpet full of nails.

A long john against a silk stocking's edge.

Yes, I noticed that you pretended to sleep when I left,

and hopefully you thought like me;

That it did no damage but it did nothing good

And even hollow nights are followed by a day.

No, it did no damage, but it did nothing good.

And even hollow nights are followed by a day.

• Artist:Björn Afzelius
• Album:För kung & fosterland (1976)