Tuesday 21 April 2020

Cornelis Vreeswijk: 'En visa om arton svanar'

A SONG ABOUT EIGHTEEN SWANS

I dreamt about eighteen swans late last night
and I dreamt about you as well.
You asked me for eighteen kisses last night
and I had all those, I could tell.
Sing softly, sing lightly,
say would you wish slightly
I’d opened my eyes so
the dream was no more
and our shared look was still in store?

I saw you from my window yesterday
but you didn’t see me at all.
You passed right by my window yesterday
and were soon beyond beck and call.
Sing softly, sing lightly,
say would you wish slightly
I’d opened my window
before you’d passed by
and our shared look none could deny?

There’s rain falling into my dream today,
my umbrella I give to you.
And where are you off to, my lovely friend
beneath clouds oh so grey in hue?
Sing softly, sing lightly,
say would you wish slightly
that I’d gone on my way
well, I don’t quite know where
and in rain left you standing there?



To see the original Swedish text, go to here








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