PARADISET

Poem By Lars Gustafsson

I know I don't exist here alone!

Nobody can...
Do what You do.
And nobody can...
Show that to me to prove.
Or...
Heal my aches to make me,
Forgive whoever breaks my heart.

Nobody can...
Do what You do.
And nobody can...
Show that to me to prove.
Or...
Heal my aches to make me,
Forgive whoever breaks my heart.

With my faith in You,
I have taken leaps.
And with my faith in You,
I get a peaceful sleep.
I know it's only You,
Who has got my back.
And...
Protects me from all attacks.

With my faith in You,
I have taken leaps.
And with my faith in You,
I get a peaceful sleep.
I know it's only You,
Who has got my back.
And...
Protects me from all attacks.

Nobody can...
Do what You do.
And nobody can...
Show that to me to prove.
Or...
Heal my aches to make me,
Forgive whoever breaks my heart.

I don't exist here alone.
That I know is true.
I don't exist on my own...
I CAN'T without You!

With my faith in You,
I have taken leaps.
And with my faith in You,
I get a peaceful sleep.
I don't exist here alone!

Nobody can!
NOBODY.
Can do what You do.
And nobody can...
Show that to me to prove.
Or...
Heal my aches to make me,
Forgive whoever breaks my heart...
To stop my tears.

Nobody can...
Stop my tears,
But You.
NOBODY.
NOBODY can...
Stop my tears,
But You.
NOBODY.
NOBODY can...
Stop my tears,
But You.

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Det var det sällsamma ord
som jag sökte i drömmen
Och omöjligt kunde finna.

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lätt att fånga med tuggat bröd
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That was the same strange word
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and was unable to find.

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easy to catch with a piece of chewed bread
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So much more indolent than the beautiful minnows,
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And no one in the whole world knew

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The swamp, forbidden to enter
Dangerous depths with purple loosestrife and bitter clover.
The salamanders that we caught
and called ‘water lizards'.

They were supposed to cause warts on fingers
Because they themselves had warts.

Surely extinct now. Who needs them?
Suddenly the boy was twenty years old.

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extending endlessly like the plains of Kurland.

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We took it all away.

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Prins Hamlet av Danmark
Nu utan banesår
och klädd i god kostym från Savile Row
men slipsen självklart
ifrån Ruderklub der Universität Wittenberg
kom fram ur nattens djup och sade
Professorn förstår. Det är inte alltid så lätt
detta att komma tillbaka till sin hembygd
och se att allt är förändrat
och ingen, inte ens mamma
längre begriper ett ord.
Av vad man säger.

Men i det fall det kommer där
en liten otäck dvärg
med konstlat röda kinder
där just runt hörnet
då drömmer vi i samma dröm.

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Prince Hamlet of Denmark
but now without his fatal wound
and dressed in a good suit from Savile Row
but the tie most certainly
from the rowing club at the University of Wittenberg
came out of the night's shadows and said
You see, Professor. It is not quite so easy
to come back home
and see that everything is changed
and no one, not even Mama
understands a single word.
About what one says.

But in the event that
a little ugly dwarf
with cheeks painted red
appears just around the corner
then we are dreaming the same dream.

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