Mitt Sommarland [English translation]

I can see the gate and the trees standing along the alley

And the little house I remember so well.

We used to come here every summer after school had finished,

Just when flowers were starting to bloom.

I can hear, just like then, our happy laughter,

When we were taking our first sunbath.

We were alone in our bay; just think how brown we were!

These were wonderful summer days!

No matter what happens in my life,

I will never forget my summerland.

Here there were dreams and liberty; a grim illusion

Of happiness that I’ve never found.

Ideals got lost, my dreams got scattered like sand,

But I still remember my summerland.

No matter what happens in my life,

I will never forget my summerland.

Here there were dreams and liberty; a grim illusion

Of happiness that I’ve never found.

Ideals got lost, my dreams got scattered like sand,

But I still remember my summerland.

• Artist:Agnetha Fältskog
• Album:När en vacker tanke vlir en sang