Pain of Salvation Never Learn To Fly 
  
When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground.  
It would not ever fly again.  
I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that 
not longer could be heard.  
  
Never learn to fly.  
  
With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:  
  
a wound in the tear stained mud.  
My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree.  
A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:  
  
"never learn to fly"  
  
I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing  
for me, when I was sick and laid in bed.  
Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality  
for then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead.  
And now time has passed by beneath my wings.  
  
That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day.  
I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe  
find the tree I cleansed of skin.  
No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.  
And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird.  
  
Never learn to fly.  
  
When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground  
and now I'll never ...fly...  
  
  
Åhh...den är sååå vacker...