Vakaren - Katatonia

Du är vakaren

Dina tankar går bredvid hand i hand med ljuset

Att se klart, att aldrig vara sen

Jag hör ditt namn i bruset

Kylans port, dörren utan lås

Dygnets cirkel runt dig

Alarmet om det nåansin gåar

Håll dig intill mig

Rikedom, domen kommer

Det är så dom gör affärer

När man inte har nåt kvar att ge dom

Då kommer dom tillbaks

Ta det som ett löfte genom åren

Det finns ingen med en tanke som är klar

Bevakar ni mig nu?

Jag har ett vapen i mitt hem, i det tysta huset

Men lämnar staden, landet?

Kommer aldrig mer igen!

Min hand kan snudda ljuset sen

Spegeln står vinklad så man ser, snö och sedlar falla

Jag dansar tyst, bara två steg till höger och sen vänster

Man orkar inte mer!

Men hade du gått förbi mig i staden där vi var

Innan jag hade åkt

Våra hjärtan hade lyst upp gatan då…

Rikedom, domen kommer

Det är så dom gör affärer

När man inte har nåt kvar att ge dom

Då kommer dom tillbaks

Ta det som ett löfte genom åren

Det finns ingen med en tanke som är klar

(English translation — verses and lines should line up to the above)

The watcher

You are the watcher

Your thoughts walks besides, hand in hand with the light

To see clearly, to never be late

I hear your name in the sough

The gate of cold, without a lock

Day and nights cirkel around you

The alarm of if it ever goes

Keep yourself close to me

Wealth, the verdict is coming

That’s how they make business

When you don’t have anything left to give them

That’s when they come back

Take that as a promise throughout the years

There is no one with a thought that is finished

Are you watching me now?

I have a weapon in my home, in the quiet house

But leave the town, the country?

Will never happen again!

My hand can brush against the light then

The mirror is leaned so you can see, snow and bills fall

I dance quietly, only two steps to the right and then left

You can’t handle much more!

But if you had walked past me in the city where we were

Before I had left

Our hearts would have lit up the street then…

Wealth, the verdict is coming

That’s how they make business

When you don’t have anything left to give them

That’s when they come back

Take that as a promise throughout the years

There is no one with a thought that is finished

You are the watchman

Your thoughts go hand in hand with the light

To see clearly, to never be late

I hear your name in the noise

Cold door, door without lock

The circle of the day around you

The alarm if it ever goes off

Stay close to me

Wealth, judgment is coming

That's how they do business

When you have nothing left to give them

Then they will come back

Take it as a promise over the years

There is no one with a thought that is clear

Are you watching me now?

I have a weapon in my home, in the quiet house

But does the city leave the country?

Will never come again!

My hand can touch the light later

The mirror is angled so you can see, snow and banknotes fall

I dance quietly, just two steps to the right and then left

You can not take it anymore!

But had you passed me in the city where we were

Before I left

Our hearts had lit up the street then…

Wealth, judgment is coming

That's how they do business

When you have nothing left to give them

Then they will come back

Take it as a promise over the years

There is no one with a thought that is clear

(English translation - verses and lines should line up to the above)

The watcher

You are the watcher

Your thoughts walks besides, hand in hand with the light

To see clearly, to never be late

I hear your name in the sough

The gate of cold, without a lock

Day and nights circle around you

The alarm of if it ever goes

Keep yourself close to me

Wealth, the verdict is coming

That’s how they make business

When you do not have anything left to give them

That’s when they come back

Take that as a promise throughout the years

There is no one with a thought that is finished

Are you watching me now?

I have a weapon in my home, in the quiet house

But leave the town, the country?

Will never happen again!

My hand can brush against the light then

The mirror is leaned so you can see, snow and bills fall

I dance quietly, only two steps to the right and then left

You can handle much more!

But if you had walked past me in the city where we were

Before I had left

Our hearts would have lit up the street then…

Wealth, the verdict is coming

That’s how they make business

When you do not have anything left to give them

That’s when they come back

Take that as a promise throughout the years

There is no one with a thought that is finished