Visan Om Frukosten

It was like a morning outside the window,
and the grass had just come up.
Like me.
And the sun burst through the blinds in the window,
and warmed my freshly brewed coffee cup.
Mm, what a day.
It was like a bird that had just woken up,
singing in a language no one understands.
It was as if I suddenly understood what I had missed,
a breakfast with you and your freshly showered hair.

Come and have a coffee dip, we can sit on my balcony.
My cornflakes are so dry without you, my friend.
Let me drop some milk in your coffee cup,
let's stay all day.
Until the butter evaporates up to the sky.

It was like a summer morning in the air,
a squeaky bike and toasted bread.
And the radio laughed songs straight into the air,
as if it already knew how all songs sounded.
It was like a jumble of all emotions,
memories and toasted legs.
And unusual tasks for ordinary people,
free and waking up late.

Come here, you don't need to call on such a lovely morning,
I toast my sandwiches just for you, my friend.
I have chest and breast like a breakfast flake,
hot chocolate and jam.
So let's sit there until late summer evening.

It was like a morning, but here comes the evening.
And the grass puts on its blanket again, and the sun sets.
And darkness falls so quickly over all places,
please make it spring.

Come and have a coffee dip, we can sit on my balcony.
My cornflakes are so dry without you, my friend.
Let me drop some milk in your coffee cup,
let's stay all day.
Until the butter evaporates up to the sky.

Come here, you don't need to call on such a lovely morning,
I toast my sandwiches just for you, my friend.
And I am tanned and strong like an A4 paper,
I have muscles of jam.
So let's sit there until late summer evening.