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Svensk version

sövande kadunk, kadunk
far fram i maklig lunk
passerar en å och en ko
över och under en bro
åar, älvar och berg
så blåa och röda i sin färg
böljande landskap i skimrande högsommar grönt
skog och fält av bondens slit krönt
stoppar på mången station men passerar de gamla små
Bohusbanan en av de få som ett trött hjärta dunkar på
för ung och gammal en pendlares puls
historiens vingslag där vikinga tingen hölls
fiskarens kamp mot havets hårda lag 
ekar i takt med stenhammarens slag 
kadunk, kadunk
En resa i då och nu från Strömstad till Uddevalla

English version

Soothing thud, thud
moving on in slow jog
pass a stream and a cow
over and under a bridge
streams, rivers and mountains
so blue and red in colour
rolling landscape in shimmering high summer green
forest and field crowned by the toil of the farmer
stops at many stations but passes the old small ones
Bohusbanan one of the few on which a tired heart beats
for young and old a commuter's pulse
the wings of history where the Viking thing were held
the fisherman's struggle against the harsh law of the sea
echoes in time with the blow of the stone hammer
thud, thud
a journey in then and now from Strömstad to Uddevalla

A tribute to the old railroad named Bohusbanan where the train still runs even if it’s in dire need of refurbishment. Still has those old bolted joints that make a very characteristic thud sound as the wheels pass over them. The distance is 80 km and takes an hour and half. I never mange to stay awake the whole journey.

Enjoy the ride, ha de Gött!