Here are some English and Swedish texts that I’ve written.
Drinken ska blandas
Planet ska landas
Middagen ska handlas
Kroppen ska förvandlas
Original: Viktor Rydberg — Tomten
Kommentar: Välkomsthälsning vid Epsilons julbord 2008. Vi var på La Stazione i Partille.
Midvinternattens tystnadsed
bryts av ett sorl från stationen.
Lilleputt klingar i glas med sked,
harklar sig, sätter tonen:
“Bänka er, pysslingar, smörj ert krås!”
Tomtenissen från Alingsås
spiller upp styrketåren,
en färdknäpp på resan mot våren.
Genie: You have released me! Finally, my prison term has passed
Genie: How bittersweet, the taste of freedom that has come at last
Genie: As your reward, a gift is to be granted, even though
Genie: My prison was a home to me, the only one I know
Genie: Your wish will be fulfilled, then I have nowhere to belong
Genie: A slave to the bottle is the master of this song
Bard: A homeless genie? Listen to the verse that I submit
Bard: The two of us are kindred spirits, by the sound of it
Bard: About the gift, considering this world with peril fraught
Bard: A friend to stand me by will ever be my wishful thought
Bard: I sit at every table where the wine runs red and strong
Bard: A slave to the bottle is the master of this song
Bard: The flask I carry in my belt is empty — will you stay?
Bard: It has been void of spirits for a while, to my dismay
Genie: Your offer is accepted, granted that you understand
Genie: If ever you will change your mind, your wish is my command
Genie: My place is by your side, where I will gladly sing along
Genie: A slave to the bottle is the master of this song
