Vår för Hjärter Dam [English translation]

Someone has fingered tonight at the dewy soil

where nobody has ever before been allowed to tread.

She awakes in unknown sheets, and sees her sorrows

she thought could not be sublimed.

And everything she has forgotten is how she feels,

with her fingers in his hair.

He speaks tenderly, and she understands.

A clearing shows in her tangles.

Here lives happiness, lives life. It's spring for Queen of Hearts.

So, rush on, straight into the whirlwind, because the wind is too tame.

And crazy winter words become friends, when she disappears into his hug.

Only the wind is too tame!

Tonight there was someone who listened to her tangled words

and immersed thoughts on life.

Tonight they got to see that a love was not worn,

and a vocabulary stood abandoned.

Now the morning light shines through;

more beautiful than ever;

when he kisses her pale winter skin.

Queen of Hearts, now he's yours!

Here lives winter, lives frost, but it's spring for Queen of Hearts.

So, rush on straight into the whirlwind, because the wind is too tame.

And crazy winter words become friends, when she disappears into his hug.

Only the wind is too tame!

The air is tinkling ice-blank around their bodies

where they walk.

If you see something resembling a tear, it's the ice that's dripping.

Because now it's spring

for their dark wounds.

Someone has fingered tonight at the dewy soil

that reminds of live and enchants a winter.

Someone has turned out to walk almost the same squiggly,

murky road, in the mazes of Queen of Hearts.

They have waded through mud,

through soot and gravel and dust.

So may they make it all the way.

Queen of Hearts, just live and sing.

Sing a hymn for King of Hearts!

Here lives happiness, lives life...