Jag har drömt - Sofia Karlsson

Jag har drmt att jag en visa skulle sjunga,

Om alla sjlarnas fasor, alla himlarnas ljus,

Om nare all vrlden jag ser dansa och gunga

Och darra I draktigt rus.

Jag har drmt, att nare alla stjrnor skina,

ver vildmark som viskar, vad I ensamheten hnt,

Att alla vindar som kring tjrnlanden vina,

Skulle lra mig att kvda vad jag knt.

Jag har drmt att en liten, liten kvinna,

Skulle sva mig med visor, skulle smeka mig med skratt,

Och nare allt som jag byggt mste brinna,

Skulle flja mig I elddopets natt.

Jag har tnkt att alla jagande ren,

Som har ddat det jag lskat, som ha stulit vad jag ftt

Skulle lra mig en visa om vren,

Som har bott hos mig och blndat mig och gtt.

Jag har trott att alla stormarna som rasat,

I min sjl skulle blandas till en vansinnig sng.

Att dare jag snavat ver helvetet och fasat,

Jag skulle lra mig dess visor en gng.

Men se mitt solur mot middagen skrider,

Och aldrig har jag sjungit vad mitt hjrta har bett!

Skall jag sjunga frst I ddsskuggans tider,

Nare det ndlsa mrkret jag har sett?

Jag har drmt, att nare alla stjrnor skina,

ver vildmark som viskar, vad I ensamheten hnt,

Att alla vindar som kring tjrnlanden vina,

Skulle lra mig att kvda vad jag knt.

I have dreamed that I would sing a song,

About all the horrors of all souls, all the light of heaven,

About almost all the world I see dancing and swinging

And tremble in pregnant intoxication.

I have dreamed that almost all the stars shine,

over wilderness whispering, what In loneliness hnt,

That all the winds that blow around the fjords,

Would teach me to chew what I could.

I have dreamed that a small, small woman,

Would swear me with songs, would caress me with laughter,

And almost everything I built must burn,

Should follow me on the night of the baptism of fire.

I have thought that all hunting reindeer,

Who has killed what I loved, who has stolen what I got

Would teach me a song about spring,

Who has lived with me and mixed me and gone.

I thought all the storms that raged,

In my soul would be mixed into an insane song.

To dare I stumbled over hell and dreaded,

I would learn its songs once.

But watch my sundial towards dinner slip,

And I have never sung what my heart has asked for!

Shall I sing first In the times of the shadow of death,

Closer to the ndlsa darkness I've seen?

I have dreamed that almost all the stars shine,

over wilderness whispering, what In loneliness hnt,

That all the winds that blow around the fjords,

Would teach me to chew what I could.