Lång väg hem - Lars Winnerbäck

Mrk himmel ver srmland, kvllsbl skymning I bilen,

Vi kare den glmda, gamla E4an mot norr.

Himmeln mrk ver land och grd, den krva kylan packar jorden hrd,

Luften fuktig och strupen torr.

Och vrdshusen are stngda utmed vgen,

Som spkhus frn en svunnen, gammal sgen.

Och hare dansa' man fare lnge sen,

En rostig skylt hnger kvar dare n,

Det are mnsken ver en debygd och det are lng vg hem.

Var are vi nnstans?

Vi mste frga nn, det gare en gammal man ner mot

Vattnet,

Hur tar man sig fram utan den stora vgen?

Han sger: «Skyll dig sjlv, vad ingen vet det are en vlbevarad

Hemlighet,

Och sjlv fastna' jag hare I min ensamhet»

Och hans gon ser s osedda och trtta ut Han sger «vgen har bara en brjan, inget slut»

Och vi stter oss I bilen igen, framt, bara framt min vn Jag har tandvrk ner I roten, och det are lng vg hem

Genom skogar, ver ngar, frbi krar genom natten

Det lyser frn ett ppet vgmotell

Det verkar kusligt, verkar skumt, vi mste ha krt runt

Det are dags att stanna, det are redan kvll

Det stare en man I baren och frgar varifrn vi kom

Han sger «vi serverar bara dem vid sidan om»

Jag sger «vi are vilsna unga mn, p jakt efter lust p flykt frn

Tiden»

Jag fare en kaffe och en fyra jb och det are lng vg hem

Mnsken ver skogarna, mnsken upp ur sjn

Det blser till, vinden viner I varje topp.

Det are lngt till sder, lngt till norr det are lngt t alla hll,

Och det are lngt kvar innan solen gare opp.

Frn ett motell p sltten hrs en sregen sng,

Skuggor av ngra som dansade dare en gng.

Och p den lilla krokiga vgen, are tv skare ute n I bil p vg genom natten, och dom har lng vg

Dark sky over srmland, evening blue twilight In the car,

We drive the forgotten, old E4 to the north.

The sky is dark over land and grass, the harsh cold packs the earth hard,

The air is humid and the throat is dry.

And the inns are closed along the road,

Like a haunted house from a bygone old legend.

And hare dance 'man fare long ago,

A rusty sign still hangs there,

There are people over a suburb and it is a long way home.

Where are we somewhere?

We have to ask now, even an old man down there

The water,

How do you get there without the big road?

He says: "Blame yourself, what no one knows is a well-preserved

Secret,

And myself stuck 'I hare In my loneliness »

And his gon looks so unseen and tired He says «the road has only one beginning, no end»

And we get in the car again, forward, just forward my friend I have a toothache down in the root, and it's a long way home

Through forests, passages, passing through the night

It shines from an open road motel

It seems creepy, it seems shady, we must have driven around

It's time to stop, it's already evening

A man stands in the bar and asks where we came from

He says "we only serve them side by side"

I say «we are lost young men, in search of the desire to escape from

Time »

I make a coffee and a four jb and it's a long way home

Man over the forests, man out of the sea

The wind blows, the wind blows in every peak.

It's far to the south, far to the north it's far to all directions,

And there is a long way to go before the sun rises.

A mournful song is heard from a motel on the plain,

Shadows of some who dared once.

And on the little crooked road, there are two people out there in the car on the way through the night, and they have a long way to go