Främlingen - Nordman

Och det kom en man till byn just den dagen vintern slog till,

nr den frsta snn frgat himlen gr,

och man undrade vem det var.

Det fanns styrka i hans blick av den sort de inte frstod.

Det fanns nt som skrmde och nt som bad,

det var bara faran de sg.

p en plats dr allt str still, dr r rdsla strre n mod,

Dr blir otryggheten en egen vrld

dr en frmling inte fr plats.

Och i yrsnn stod han tyst nr han sg hur det skulle bli,

fr ur rdsla vxer fientlighet

och den vaktar p sitt revir.

Blir man fdd till frmling, vad hnder sen?

Och han knde att han frstod.

Men i yrsnn stod han kvar, nr hans fotspr suddades ut.

Det fanns inget att g tillbaka till

frn den dagen vintern slog till.

Allt han hrde var sin egen rst, och den sa att han skulle g.

Dit han kommit var det vinter jmt, men han mste leva nd,

P en vg till ingenstans sg han livet fara frbi.

Han sg dd och krlek och allt han drmt,

men han knde att han var fri.

Han var fri fr han var dr, nr han ville kunde han g.

Men han mste leva sitt eget liv.

Kanske var han hemma nd.

Och i yrsnn stod han kvar, nr hans fotspr suddades ut.

Det fanns inget att g tillbaka till

frn den dagen vintern slog till.

And a man came to the village on the very day that winter struck,

when the first sun asked the sky goes,

and one wondered who it was.

There was strength in his gaze of the kind they did not understand.

There was something that scared and something that prayed,

it was just the danger they sg.

in a place where everything is still, where fear is greater than courage,

There, insecurity becomes a world of its own

where a stranger does not fit.

And in yrsnn he stood silent when he saw how it would be,

from fear grows hostility

and it guards its territory.

If you are born a stranger, what happens next?

And he knew he understood.

But in yrsnn he remained, when his footprints were erased.

There was nothing to go back to

from the day winter struck.

All he heard was his own voice, and it said he would go.

Where he came it was winter, but he had to live,

On a road to nowhere, he saw life go by.

He saw death and love and everything he dreamed,

but he knew he was free.

He was free before he died, whenever he wanted he could go.

But he must live his own life.

Maybe he was home nd.

And in dizziness he remained, when his footsteps were erased.

There was nothing to go back to

from the day winter struck.