Jag lyssnar till tradens sanger
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I parken en dag i april
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De viskar och knappt hor man orden
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Men tonen den finns redan till
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Det var bara vinden som blaste
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Och solen som visade sig
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Men mest av allt var det kanske
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En vardags minne av dig
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Kom nara mitt hjarta kom nara
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Under gronskans silade ljus
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Drojer en bitterljuv langtan
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En tid i foralskelsens rus
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Sa glom din ensamhets stunder
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Har ar min langtande famn
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Kom lat oss fardas tillsammans
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Langt langre en minne och namn
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Bortom det evigas granser
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Dar hor vi varandra till
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Ja vinden var det som blaste
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I traden en dag i april
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[English translation]
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I’m listening to the songs of the trees
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in the park a day in April
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They whisper and you can barely hear the words
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but the tone is already there
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It was only the wind that was blowing
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And the sun that was showing itself
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But maybe most of all it was
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A springday’s memory of you
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Come near my heart come near
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Under the greenaries sifting light
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A bittersweet longing remains
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A time in the rush of love
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So forget your lonely moments
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Here is my longing embrace
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Come let us travel together
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Far beyond memory and name
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Beyond the borders of eternity
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There we belong together
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Yes it was the wind that was blowing
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In the trees a day in April
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Traden I Villa Borghese
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| Alexander Rybak |
