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Vilse (1891) Op. 17 no.4


Vi gingo väl vilse ifrån hvarann,
— hvar togo de andra vägen?
Jag ropar i skogen hvad jag kan,
men du står och låtsar förlägen.
Blott eko, det svarar: hallå, hallå!
Och gäckande skrattar en skata,
men himmeln blir plötsligen dubbelt så blå,
— och vi höra upp att prata.
Säg, skullde din puls slå takt till min,
när samtalet går, så staccato?
Min kärlek, min kärlek tar våldsamt mitt sinn',
jag glömmer att känna som Plato.
Jag ser i ditt öga, jag forskar och ser,
pupillerna vidgas och slutas,
och när du ett ögonblick strålande ler,
då kunde ett helgon mutas.


We went astray from each other
Where did the others go?
I call into the woods what I can
But you stand there and feign embarrassment.
Only the echo answers: hello, hello!
And a magpie laughs mockingly.
But the heavens become suddenly twice as blue,
And we cease to speak.
Say, should your pulse beat at the same rate as mine,
When the conversation goes so staccato?
My love, my love, be overcome by this feeling,
I forget to feel like Plato,
I look into your eyes, I search and look,
The pupils widen and narrow,
And when you brilliantly smile for an instant,
Then a saint could be bribed.

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Jean Sibelius was a Finnish composer and violinist of the late Romantic and early-modern periods. He is best known for his set of seven symphonies, but he also composed over a hundred songs for voice and piano, and various pieces inspired by nature and Nordic mythology.

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