Maritza Horn — Lasarettvisan song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lasarettvisan" by Maritza Horn.
Lyrics
I en sal p lasarettet
Dr de vita sngar str
Lg en liten brstsjuk flicka
Blek och trd med lockigt hr Allas hjrtan vann den lilla
Dr hon lg s mild och god
Bar sin smrta utan klagan
Med ett barnsligt tlamod
S en dag hon frgade lkaren
Som vid hennes sida stor
Fr jag komma hem till psken
Till min egen lilla mor
Lkaren svara d den lilla
Nej mitt barn det fr du ej
Men till pingsten kan det hnda
Du fr komma hem till mor
Pingsten kom med grna bjrkar
Blomsterkldd str mark och ng Men den lilla sjuka flickan
Lg dr stndigt I sin sng
S p nytt hon frgade lkaren
Som vid hennes sida str
Fr jag komma hem till hsten
Till min egen lilla mor
Lkaren svarade ej den lilla
Men strk sakta hennes hr Och med trar I sitt ga Vnder han sig om och gr Nu hon slumrar uti mullen
Slumrar stt I snvit skrud
Frn sin tligt burna vntan
Har hon farit upp till gud
Lyrics translation
In a room P the hospital
Dr De vita sngar str
Lg a little brstsick girl
Pale and trd with curly hr everyone's hjrtan won the small
Dr she lg's gentle and good
Wore his smrta without lamentation
With a childish tlamod
One day she asked the lad
Like by her side Big
Fr I come home to psken
To my own little mother
Lkaren reply d the little one
No my child you're not
But to Pentecost it can happen
You should come home to Mother
Pentecost came with grna bjrkar
Blomsterkldd str mark and ng but the little sick girl
Lg dr stndigt in his sng
So again she asked the reader
As by her side str
Fr I come home to hsten
To my own little mother
Lkaren said to the little
But slowly stretch her heart and with faith in her walk he turns around and goes now she slumbers in the mule
Slumber stt in snow white robes
From his tally worn vntan
Has she gone up to God