Dunkla rum - Lars Winnerbäck

Torka tҐrarna min v¤n

jag tror jag vet ungef¤r hur det k¤nns

som att f¶rs¶ka dansa med en myndighet

du ville bara ha ett hem, en plats

nҐnting vettigt att g¶ra, vad som helst

det fanns tid f¶r nҐt att v¤xa

det fanns plats f¶r lite v¤rdighet

du har sparkat pҐ i k¶n till ett st¤lle som man inte ens vill in pҐ

man tuggar i sig hela svansen

det stҐr alltid nҐt i v¤gen

du tar dig alltid loss och du rusar

men ¤ndҐ fҐngar marken dina f¶tter

Jag kan inte hj¤lpa dig upp, kan inte lysa upp den v¤g du springer

jag kan inte vagga dig varm och lugn

du har en annan r¶st, annan f¤rg,

ett annat land, med andra klockar som ringer

jag tar mig inte in i dina dunkla rum

Det stҐr ett f¤ltslag bakom v¤ggen

man slҐr i tomma containrar

det h¤r ¤r helvetets f¶rgҐrd

i december stҐr man stilla i en tunnel

och tr¤ngs, och tr¤ngs

och alla bara pratar

om det bara fanns nҐnting att s¤ga

om det fanns sk¤l att vilja delta

du ser, jag kan inte ens f¶rmҐ mig att hj¤lpa nҐgon annan

det h¤r ¤r be your own star show

det h¤r ¤r bit ihop och sparka

och ge precis vad du beh¶ver och ta vad du kan fҐ

Jag skulle g¤rna hj¤lpa dig upp och kunna lysa upp den v¤g du springer

om jag kunde vagga dig varm och lugn

jag har nog samma r¶st och bor i samma land

med samma klockor som ringer

du gҐr inte ensam genom dunkla rum

Vasen vinglar pҐ bordets kant

Ґskan mullrar ovanf¶r ditt tak

uppf¶r ¤r l¤ttare, men nerҐt ¤r det brant

kan inte landa d¤r med ryggen rak

hornen ryter, du f¶rlorade striden

pҐ nolltid har du tappat din gl¶d

det ¤r inget nytt under solen vi har sett hela tiden

den enas br¶d, den andres d¶d

Se pҐ m¤nniskorna som slits f¶r nҐn annans resultat

se hur flugan kv¤vs i spindelns n¤t

se pҐ hyenorna som gr¤ver i kadavret efter mat

se pҐ baggen i murkna tr¤d

Jag kan inte hj¤lpa dig upp, kan inte lysa upp den v¤g du springer

jag kan inte vagga dig varm och lugn

Vi ¤r vallfҐr i vargarnas tid, och det ¤r gamarnas klockor som ringer

inget ljus d¤r vi irrar och springer runt i vҐra dunkla rum

Vi ¤r vallfҐr i vargarnas tid, och det ¤r gamarnas klockor som ringer

inget ljust d¤r vi irrar och springer runt i vҐra dunkla rum

Wipe my tears my friend

I think I know about how it feels

like trying to dance with an authority

you just wanted a home, a place

nothing sensible to do, whatever

there was time for something to grow

there was room for a little dignity

you have kicked in the queue to a place you do not even want to enter

you chew your whole tail

there is always something in the way

you always get loose and you rush

but still the ground catches your feet

I can not help you up, can not light up the road you run

I can not rock you warm and calm

you have a different voice, a different color,

another country, with other bells ringing

I'm not getting into your dark rooms

There's a field behind the wall

you beat in empty containers

this is the damn thing

in December you stand still in a tunnel

and crowded, and crowded

and everyone is just talking

if only there was something to say

if there were reasons to want to participate

you see, I can not even help myself to anyone else

this is your own star show

it's bit together and kick

and give exactly what you need and take what you can get

I would love to help you up and be able to light up the path you are running

if I could rock you warm and calm

I probably have the same voice and live in the same country

with the same bells ringing

you do not walk alone through dark rooms

The vase sways on the edge of the table

The box rumbles above your roof

up is lighter, but down it is steep

can not land there with his back straight

the horns roar, you lost the battle

in no time you have lost your glow

there is nothing new under the sun we have seen all along

the bread of one, the death of another

Look at the people who are worn out for someone else's results

see how the fly suffocates in the spider's net

look at the hyenas digging in the carcass for food

look at the ram in the rotten trees

I can not help you up, can not light up the road you run

I can not rock you warm and calm

We are pilgrims in the time of the wolves, and it is the bells of the vultures that ring

no light where we wander and run around in our dark rooms

We are pilgrims in the time of the wolves, and it is the bells of the vultures that ring

no light where we wander and run around in our dark rooms