Mikael Wiehe — Flickan och kråkan song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Flickan och kråkan" by Mikael Wiehe.
Lyrics
Jag satt hromdagen och lste min tidning
En dag som s mnga frut.
O jag tnkte p alla dom drmmar man drmt som
En efter en har tagit s***
D sg jag en bild av en flicka
Med en skadskjuten krka I famn
Hon springer ivg genom skogen
S fort som hon ngonsin kan
Och hon springer med fladdrande lockar
Hon springer p taniga ben
O hon bnar och ber och hon hoppas och tror
Att det inte ska vara fr sent
Flickan are liten och hennes hr are s ljust
O hennes kind are s flmtande rd Krkan are klumpig och kraxande svart
Om en stund are den alldeles dd Men flickan, hon springer fr livet
Hos en skadskjuten fgel I famn
Hon springer mot trygghet och vrme
Fr det som are riktigt och sant
O hon springer med tindrande gon
Hon springer p taniga ben
Fr hon vet att det are sant, det som pappa har sagt
Att finns det liv are det aldrig fr sent
O jag brjade darra I vnda och nd Jag skakade av rdsla och skrck
Fr jag visste ju alldeles tydligt och klart
Att det var bilden av mig som jag sett
Fr mitt hopp are en skadsjuten krka
Och jag are ett springande barn
Som tror det finns ngon som kan hjlpa mig n Som tror det finns nn som har svar
O jag springer med bultande hjrta
Jag springer p taniga ben
O jag bnar och ber, fast jag egentligen vet
Att det redan are alldels fr sent
Lyrics translation
I sat hromdagen and lste my newspaper
A day that's many frut.
O I thought of all the drmts you drmt like
One by one have taken s***
D sg I a picture of a girl
With a wounded krka in her arms
She runs ivg through the woods
As fast as she can
And she runs with fluttering curls
She runs on skinny legs
O she bnar and prays and she hopes and believes
That it should not be fr late
The girl is small and her hr are s bright
O her cheek are S flmtande rd Krkan are clumsy and croaking black
In a moment, it's all dead but the girl, she's running for life
With a wounded fgel in her arms
She runs towards security and vrme
For what is true and true
O she runs with twinkling gon
She runs on skinny legs
Because she knows it's true, what dad said
That there is life there is never too late
O I began to tremble in the vnda and nd I shook off rdsla and skrck
I knew very clearly
That it was the image of me that I've seen
For my hope is a wounded cry
And I'm a running child
Who thinks there's someone who can help me who thinks there's someone who has answers
O I run with pounding heart
I'm running on skinny legs
O I pray and pray, although I really know
That it is already always too late