Vintersaga – Winter story

This time of the year I almost always come to think of a great Swedish song by Ted Ström and Monica Törnell. But it’s not their version of the song that I remember best. It’s the Jerry Williams version. He’s a Swedish rock’n roll artist since many years. An icon in Sweden.

But the ones who wrote the song are genious. They have captured Sweden in wintertime in every corner of our country. It’s a beautiful lyric and lovely great melancholy music that capture Swedish winter modes.

If you don’t understand the Swedish lyric I have done a Google translation bellow. You probably don’t know which Swedish places the lyric is about, but they are all over Sweden. From coast to coast.

I like Jerry Willams version best. But you have to see Ted Ströms paintings in the Ted Ström version of the song. They are beautiful. That’s how Sweden looks in winter time. Dark and cold 🙂

Jerry Williams version
http://youtu.be/0q_Bbd2SGtY

Ted Ström writer, composer, artist
http://youtu.be/D1oN97OMyW4

Lyrics

En kusttanker som stampar genom drivisen i Kvarken.
Ett träningspass på Ullevi i dis.
Gränsstationen i Torneå, en gumma på en spark.
Landsorts fyr där snöstormen drar in.
Tät snö som gloppar i Mariabergets backar.
Hett och svett på Statt i Härnösand.
En tradare i snörök mellan Kiruna och fjärran
flämtande ljus i Visby hamn

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

I Malmö rispas dimman av färjornas sirener
Och på andra sidan sundet börjar världen.
En ensam Volvo sliter i motvinden på Tjörnbron
Bion i Pajala ger “Den sista färden”
Lapplandspilen råmar som ett vilddjur genom natten
Gårdarna släcker sina ljus
Ett stormpiskat Marstrand ber sitt Pater Noster
Stockholm city svajar i sitt rus

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

Tradarfik i Docksta i motorvägens skugga
En överdos på Skärholmens station
Insnöade gårdar nånstans på Österlen
Och fyllan växer till på Mommas krog
Frusen törst i kön till stadspuben i Luleå
Frusna drömmar uti monarkin
Kärleken får leva mellan nattskiftet och drömmen
Kärleken går på billigt vin

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

Vintersaga – Ted Ström/Monica Törnell

Google translated:

A coastal tanker stomping through the pack ice in the Quark.
A workout at the Ullevi Stadium in haze.
Tornio border station, an old woman on a kick.
Landsorts lighthouse where blizzard draws.
Dense snow gloppar Maria mountain’s slopes.
Hot and sweat at Statt Harnosand.
A trader in snowsmoke between Kiruna and far
flickering light in the harbor of Visby

It is then that the great melancholy rolls in
And from the sea blows an icy, bleak wind.

In Malmö scratched the fog of the ferries sirens
And on the other side of the strait begins world.
A lone Volvo toil in the headwind on Tjörnbron
Cinema in Pajala provide “Deliverance”
Lapplandspilen bellowing like a wild beast through the night
The farms extinguish its light
A stormy Marstrand ask her Paternoster
Stockholm city swaying in his drunkenness

It is then that the great melancholy rolls in
And from the sea blows an icy, bleak wind.

Tradarfik in Docksta shadow motorway
An overdose of Skärholmens station
Snowed farms somewhere in Österlen
And the drinking gets going in Mommas pub
Frozen thirst in the queue for city pub in Luleå
Frozen dreams in the monarchy
Love makes live between night shift and the dream
Love go on cheap wine

It is then that the great melancholy rolls in
And from the sea blows an icy, bleak wind.

It is then that the great melancholy rolls in
And from the sea blows an icy, bleak wind.

 

Winter in Trosa Sweden