Ulf Lundell — Hennes Rygg song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Hennes Rygg" by Ulf Lundell.
Lyrics
Jag ligger I sngen Hon str vid fnstret och ser
Snn falla, flinga fr flinga faller den sakta ner
Hennes kropp som rymmer hennes sjl
Hennes vsen och ande den har ett linjespel
Som ingenting annat har
P hennes rygg stannar armerna upp och sluter fred mitt I striden
P hennes rygg finner en pilgrim en klla dr vattnet hejdar tiden
Hennes rygg are ett landskap hon nstan aldrig ser en karta fr en drmmare som jag
Dropparna rinner p rutan nu fr hon sin hand
Genom hret och lter det falla ver axeln fram
Hennes (Em) nacke are vit det var lngesen solen kysste den
Inte s vit som snn drute nd lyser den
Som inget annat gr P hennes rygg stannar armerna upp och sluter fred mitt I striden
P hennes rygg finner en pilgrim en klla dr vattnet hejdar tiden
Hennes rygg are ett landskap hon nstan aldrig ser en karta fr en drmmare som jag
P hennes rygg ser min blick all denna vrldens vlbehag
Hon vnder sig om och ser p mej och frgar vad det are
Jag stter mig upp I sngen och sjer: Om jag visste det
P hennes rygg stannar armerna upp
P hennes rygg finner en pilgrim en klla
Hennes rygg har tiden skulpterat fram ett landskap fr en drmmare som jag
Lyrics translation
I'm in the bag she's standing by the window and watching
Snn fall, Flake fr Flake fall it slow down
Her body that holds her soul
Her vsen and spirit it has a line game
Like nothing else has
On her back the arms stand up and make peace in the midst of battle
P her back finds a pilgrim a cold dr the water stops time
Her back is a landscape she almost never sees a map for a Drammer like me
The drops are running in the window now she's leaving her hand
Through Hert and lter it fall over the shoulder forward
Her (Em) neck is white it was nowhere the sun kissed it
Not s white as snn drute nd shines it
Like nothing else on her back the arms stand up and make peace in the midst of battle
P her back finds a pilgrim a cold dr the water stops time
Her back is a landscape she almost never sees a map for a Drammer like me
On her back my gaze sees all this world's delight
She turns around and looks at me and asks what it is
I stand up in the snag and sjer: if I knew it
P her back the arms stay up
On her back a pilgrim finds a touch
Her back has time sculpted a landscape for a drummer like me