i ditt sommarhus

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genom ljumma gator far, man i oppna bilar. genom sommarnatten bla, kor och hastar vilar. pa en hojd blir luften sval, varmen kommer i en dal, och i stugan vantar frugan, med en brasa varm och skon. ungarna kan inte sova, fast de last sin aftonbon. - pappa kommer, vi ar vakna. kanske har han na't fran sta'n!, det ar varmt sa vi ar nakna. solen brande hela da'n. gruset knastrar ut pa plan. - jo, minsann, nu kommer han!, pappa kommer med de myggor, som vill in i varat hus. snart sa somnar tre sma ungar, under tak i manens ljus. manen tiger over berg, over sagoskogar. strimmor strila innanfor, varma junilogar. fladdermoss som ingen ser, uti natten sig beger. och nar gryningen ska komma, borjar faglarna sin sang. solen vaknar och vill vacka, blommorna pa varbalkong. forsta dagen nar du vaknar, i ditt sommarparadis, ser du genom tyllgardinen, appelblom i morgonbris. hastar gnagga utanfor. hummelbrum och surr du hor, fran en ivrig, nyfodd slanda, som vill ut i sol och ljus, tornar ofta mot en ruta, i ditt eget sommarhus. through warm streets, you travel in open cars. throught the blue summernight, cows and horses rest. on a hill the air becomes cool, the warmth comes in a valley, and in the cottage waits the wife, with a fire warm and nice. the kids can't sleep, even though they said there evening prayers. daddy is coming, we are awake. maybe he has brought something from town!, it is hot so we are naked. the sun was burning all day. the gravel is crunching in the yard. -yes, indeed, now he's coming!, daddy is coming with the mosquitos, that want to come in to our house. soon three little kids falls asleep, under roof in the moon's light. the moon keeps silent over mountains, over fairytale forests. streaks filters inside, warm june barns. bats that no one sees, out in the night goes. and when the dawn shall come, begins the birds their song. the sun wakes and want to wake, the flowers on our balcony. the first day you wakes, in your summer paradise, you will see through the tulle curtain, apple blossom in morning breeze. horses are whining outside. buzzing from bumblebees you hear, and from a eager, newborn dragon fly, who wants out to sun and light, hits often a window pain, in your own summerhouse.