Som en duva [English translation]

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

I woke alone in the night

in the house where people slept.

Summer time was done,

and the air was chilly and raw.

A bird flew in through the window

with wings red with blood.

and I took it in my cupped hands,

like a dove, like a dove.

And, I took it in my cupped hands

and I shivered where I stood.

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

It came like a hunted one in the night,

a stranger from a strange land,

like one which has saved itself,

when all the others disappeared.

It came with the smell of roses.

which someone had tramped to bits.

And with the light from extinct stars,

like a dove,

like a dove.

With a light from extinct stars,

which someone had stamped to gravel.

But one which one time has lived in freedom,

wants to be out in freedom again.

And one which has one time been captured in flight,

will always dream of home.

A bird with sprained wings,

has made itself at home in our house,

with dreams red of roses,

and eyes filled with light.

I care for it tenderly like a memory,

of something I never have seen.

And I know my bird will fly,

like a dove,

like a dove.

And I know that my bird will fly,

like a dove back again.

I know that my bird will fly,

like a dove,

like a dove.

Yes, I know that my bird will fly

like a dove back again.

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalala

lalalalalala

• Artist:Björn Afzelius
• Album:Björn Afzelius & Mikael Wiehe (1986)