Hugs
Death hugs you,
And you lie waxy yellow, and light,
Skin is pulled on your hands bruised from the needles ...
Death squeezes you in its arms,
And you will come to life for a moment, when you see that I walked into the room.
And we're talking about some very unnecessary things for you:
About different cities and countries,
That you will never see.
And you rejoice only humming voices
Because you can not make out words any more -
Your hearing turned to Eternity.
And when we're ready to go,
You ask me for a little hug,
But I just shake your hand,
Not realizing what you asked about at this point:
Take you away from the clutches of death - into my arms.
I thought that handshake meant a "little hug" to you.
- Yes it's good! I'm telling you.
But when I close the door behind me,
And I remain alone -
Then I understand what happened:
This time I lost to death.
And the pain shackles my soul from understanding,
That, maybe, I will never have time
To fill your last request.
And now I'm running back to see you again,
In confusion: if only I would not be late, if only to be in time,
In order to give you the farewell gift,
Which I have prepared for you.
- Here, take this little bear,
He has such a sweet face ...
And you happily squeezes my hand,
And in your arms I feel how weakness gives away for strength,
And light kisses touching my head,
And I tell you the words that I have in my heart ...
- Do you like old people? - you ask quietly.
- No, I like you and your kind heart.
And leaving, I see how you squeze the little bear in your transparent hand.
This time I took you from death
Just for a few minutes, perhaps
More important, for me,
Than for you,
Because I have to stay with the thought
About not held farewell.
And I will no longer be afraid of death,
When it's my time, and I will meet it -
The peace and quiet in your embrace
Will make me warm at that moment.
Translated by Per-Olof Andersson
Death hugs you,
And you lie waxy yellow, and light,
Skin is pulled on your hands bruised from the needles ...
Death squeezes you in its arms,
And you will come to life for a moment, when you see that I walked into the room.
And we're talking about some very unnecessary things for you:
About different cities and countries,
That you will never see.
And you rejoice only humming voices
Because you can not make out words any more -
Your hearing turned to Eternity.
And when we're ready to go,
You ask me for a little hug,
But I just shake your hand,
Not realizing what you asked about at this point:
Take you away from the clutches of death - into my arms.
I thought that handshake meant a "little hug" to you.
- Yes it's good! I'm telling you.
But when I close the door behind me,
And I remain alone -
Then I understand what happened:
This time I lost to death.
And the pain shackles my soul from understanding,
That, maybe, I will never have time
To fill your last request.
And now I'm running back to see you again,
In confusion: if only I would not be late, if only to be in time,
In order to give you the farewell gift,
Which I have prepared for you.
- Here, take this little bear,
He has such a sweet face ...
And you happily squeezes my hand,
And in your arms I feel how weakness gives away for strength,
And light kisses touching my head,
And I tell you the words that I have in my heart ...
- Do you like old people? - you ask quietly.
- No, I like you and your kind heart.
And leaving, I see how you squeze the little bear in your transparent hand.
This time I took you from death
Just for a few minutes, perhaps
More important, for me,
Than for you,
Because I have to stay with the thought
About not held farewell.
And I will no longer be afraid of death,
When it's my time, and I will meet it -
The peace and quiet in your embrace
Will make me warm at that moment.
Translated by Per-Olof Andersson
