Today I’m sharing with you the second, and the last, song from this Swedish pop singer that I like. Just like with the one I shared yesterday, I don’t really know why I do, because as I said overall her music isn’t very much my thing. Perhaps it’s because of the time when I first came across it, and that due to this I have some nice associations with it. It also has quite interesting lyrics, which I was even able to translate for you. There probably are some things wrong with this translation or things that perhaps could have been phrased better or that I haven’t understood myself for what exactly they’re supposed to mean, but as I always say these translations are only to give you a reasonably good idea of what the song is about and in my opinion this one is good enough to do just this. There is one word in it that I absolutely wasn’t able to figure out what it might be called in English, the Swedish word is sly and I thinkit’s some kind of either lower vegetation layer or an individual shrub.
Led lights from a window
through layers of haze
A smell of freshly baked rye bread
traces of solicitude and life
Summer-bleached sheets
In a nice, freshly made bed
Is this what it feels like
To come home
Years and miles of longing
Have brought me to your door
I inhale this freedom
That lifts guilt off the back
The song is playing on the radio
With a beloved, known chorus
Is this what it feels like
to come home_
Days come go
The despair lasts for years
In mould that died the spring is blooming
A sigh for every step
I was ready to give up
But then you came
Like a long awaited, beloved friend
Is this what it feels like
To come home
The air after thunderstorm
Like starting over from scratch
The mask I once wore
Has now played its role
With you a circle has closed
Now that time becomes too long ago
Is this what it feels like
To come home
Days come go
The despair lasts for years
In mould that died the spring is blooming
A sigh for every step
I was ready to give up
But then you came
Like a long awaited, beloved friend
Is this what it feels like
To come home
Remains of a closed down track
With fireweed and sly
A deserted building plot, a thicket of nettles
Once the world was new
What caused the hope to escape
Led lights from a window
through layers of haze
A smell of freshly baked rye bread
traces of solicitude and life
Summer-bleached sheets
In a nice, freshly made bed
Is this what it feels like
To come home
Days come go
The despair lasts for years
In mould that died the spring is blooming
A sigh for every step
I was ready to give up
But then you came
Like a long awaited, beloved friend
Is this what it feels like
To come home
Like a long awaited, beloved friend
Is this what it feels like
To come home