Flicka med guld [English translation]

I'm turning every Sunday into Saturday tonight

And getting dressed for the party that awaits

In a book that I saved just for this night

I'll write the most beautiful words

Then I'm repainting December into August so that

I can dress in gloves and a fancy top hat

I cut out all the stars from heaven's paper dome

And put them in a little 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 the calmness that hunted you 'til now

But I'm bringing some memories from a carnival to you

Where I know that the light never ends

And the light will water the rose that I have

In my lapel so it will never die

Every time that I whisper your name to myself

The colour shifts from blue to red

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

Then I'm sewing a blanket of all the broken clouds

To cover you as I put you to bed

And when you're asleep, I'll switch the blanket with myself

At peace with my secrecy

And nobody knows that I'm giving me to

A girl with golden-brown eyes

No, nobody knows that I'm giving me to

A girl with golden-brown eyes

• Artist:Joakim Thåström
• Album:Thåström