Björn Afzelius — Höst (Till Ann-Christine) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Höst (Till Ann-Christine)" by Björn Afzelius.
Lyrics
Det gare emot hst, det brjar bli kallt,
Det blir alltmer gott att vara inne.
Snart are den hare, betraktelsens tid
D sommaren bara are ett minne.
Man brjar f tid att se till varann,
Man fare alltmer lust att va' tillsammans.
Det blir alltmer vrt, nare vinden tar I,
Att knna en nrhet till n’n annan.
Det brjar bli dags att njuta den tid
D alla frger are som vackrast,
Det brjar bli dags att njuta den tid
D man skall skrda allt man stt.
S lt det bli hst, vad rare det vl mej
S lnge din varma kropp pulserar.
Lt vinden ta I, du ligger ju hare;
Min lskling, jag nskar inget mera.
Lyrics translation
It goes against hst, it starts to get cold,
It becomes more and more delicious to be inside.
Soon are the hare, the time of contemplation
D summer just are a memory.
You have time to look after each other,
Man fare increasingly desire to be together.
It is becoming increasingly vrt, nare wind takes in,
To know one nrhet to n'n other.
It's time to enjoy the time
Where are all the most beautiful,
It's time to enjoy the time
I'll scare you all you've got.
So let it be here, how rare it will be
Your warm body is pulsating.
Let the wind go, you're lying hare;
My sweetheart, I don't need any more.