Flicka med guld [English translation]

I'm turning all Sundays into Saturdays tonight

And I'm getting dressed for the party

In a book I saved specifically for this night,

I'm going to write the most beautiful words

Then I'm repainting December with August so that

I may dress myself in gloves and a tall hat

I cut out all the stars from the paper of heaven

And put them in a small blue box

And nobody knows who I'm giving it to

A girl with golden-brown eyes

No, nobody knows who I'm giving it to

A girl with golden-brown eyes

I cry out to the wind to make it understand

That it's calmness that hunted you until now

But I'm bringing you memories from a carnival

Where I know the light never ends

And the light will water the rose I'm bringing

In my lapel so it can never die

Every time I whisper your name to myself

The colour changes from blue to red

And nobody knows who I'm giving it to

And I sew a blanket of all the broken clouds

To cover you with tonight

And when you've fallen asleep, I'll trade places with the blanket

And rest on my secret

And nobody knows that I'm going to give myself to

A girl with golden-brown eyes

• Artist:Joakim Thåström
• Album:Thåström