Gråt och le, mitt lilla lamm [till Rita] [Graat och le, mitt lilla lamm [till Rita] [English translation]

Shadows, dazzles, light and dark;

Memories whirl around in me.

Visions, dreams play, cuddle;

Sorrow and happiness hide themselves.

Oblivion takes away the heart's convulsions,

healing slowly the edges of my wounds..

Time colors the memory of happiness.

takes my peace of mind in pledge.

Oh cry and smile my little lamb.

Let me wake up in your arms.

Snow crystals in my brain,

not one looks like the other.

The fog freezes, the dew melts,

The Sun dries out my inlet.

The forest wilts, dies and is harvested,

the stars' light paralyses the snow.

Blind and alone without sails,

the Moon travels out on the lake.

Oh cry and smile my little lamb.

Oh let me wake up in your arms.

Hidden, forgotten childishness

watching finds home to you;

Heavy burdens, young duties

smile and cry within me.

The night drowns the lamentations,

desires the light of hope.

The mind hates, beats and looks,

seeking to quiet the rain's noise.

So cry and smile my little lamb.

Oh let me wake up in your arms.

The flame of the dawn warms

the desert sand on the white floor,

all the flowers of of the universe are playing

one time elf, another goblin.

White, yellow, red days

reach me in my bliss

Midnight hour keeping its silence,

disturbs me in my loneliness.

Oh cry and smile my little lamb.

Oh let me wake up in your arms.

The messenger of love asks for water,

becomes drowned by my romantic chatter.

A long while she gently asks for warmth

the wind comes, hard and cold.

Quaking, shaking the fiery red rose hip,

the leaves fade down and die.

All the eyes are filled with tears,

the heavenly angel choir becomes filled with fears.

So cry and smile my little lamb.

Oh let me wake up in your arms.

The whole World is filled with emptiness,

piety takes over.

The messengers interpret the Scriptures

standing a footstep from the mountain's edge.

Screams about plague and death and hunger

rising against a black sky.

Scared angels wash the heavens,

smile when it looks like new.

Yes cry and smile my little lamb.

Let me wake up in your arms.

The Savior who was on the way

was murdered by a robber band.

Deadly wounded he says farewell,

stretching forth a withered hand.

Deep in the forest stands his girl,

nodding quietly when she sees

that it was just as she believed:

Everything fades when she smiles.

Oh cry and smile, my little lamb.

Oh let me wake up in your arms..

Eternity's quiet darkness

seeks us with light and lanterns,

breaks what we least need:

Loneliness when the day escapes.

Resurrection's storm has blown over,

locked us fast in hopeless torment.

The sun sinks, darkness shadows

hiding those who stand and grin.

So cry and smile my little lamb

Oh let me wake up in your arms

So cry and smile my little lamb

Oh let me wake up in your arms

• Artist:Björn Afzelius
• Album:Johnny Boy (1978).