Flickan och kråkan [English translation]

I sat the other day and read my newspaper

A day like so many others before

And I thought about all those dreams you've dreamt

That one after another have ended

Then I saw a picture of a girl

With a wounded crow on her arms

She runs through the forest

As fast as she possibly can

And she runs with fluttering locks (of hair)

She runs on her thin legs

And she prays and begs and she hopes and believes

That it's not too late

The girl is little and her hair is so bright

And her cheek is flickering red

The crow is clumsy and croaky black

In a moment it's completely dead

But the girl, she runs for her life

With a wounded bird in her arms

She runs towards safety and warmth

For what is real and true

And she runs with sparkling eyes

She runs on thin legs

Because she thinks it's true, what dad has said:

If there's life it's never too late

And I started to tremble in agony and distress

I shook with fear and terror

Because I knew for sure

That it was a picture of me that I saw

For my hope is a wounded crow

And I'm a running child

That thinks there's someone who help me yet

That thinks there's someone who has the answer

And I run with a pounding heart

I run on thin legs

And I pray and beg, though I actually know

That it is already too late