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Agnetha Faltskog: 'In love there are many ups and downs, but I remain optimistic'

EXCLUSIVE: Agnetha Fältskog – “When ABBA ended, I was so exhausted I thought I’d never sing again”

When the final stage lights dimmed in 1982, Agnetha Fältskog – the golden voice of ABBA – stood silently behind the curtain, feeling as though the world had suddenly turned empty. After more than a decade of conquering millions of hearts with timeless hits like Dancing Queen, Mamma Mia, and The Winner Takes It All, she suddenly found herself in a deep, unfamiliar silence.

In a rare conversation, Agnetha revealed: “I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The endless tours, late-night recording sessions, pressure from the media, and the overwhelming public attention… it all drained me. When ABBA stopped, I just wanted to step away from music for a while.”

In the years that followed, Agnetha retreated to a quiet life in her hometown in Sweden, devoting her time to family and her children. Though she occasionally released solo albums, she no longer sought the dazzling spotlight she once knew. “I needed peace. No more rushed flights, no more packed arenas. Just me, my little home, and the sound of birds outside my window,” she said with a gentle smile.

Abba in Germany in 1975: Bjorn Ulvaeus, Frida Lynstad, Agnetha Faltskog and Benny

Yet music never truly left Agnetha. She continued to write and sing – but for herself, not to race up the charts. When the ABBA reunion project finally began nearly 40 years later, Agnetha felt ready to step on stage again. “We’ve grown older, lived through both losses and joys. Now, music is no longer a burden – it’s a gift to share with those we love.”

Looking back, Agnetha has no regrets about her brilliant years with ABBA, even though the cost was a level of exhaustion few could understand. “I’ve learned that sometimes stepping back is the only way to move forward – stronger.”

Today, in her seventies, Agnetha still carries the warm, heartfelt voice that once enchanted the world. And for millions of fans, she will always be the “queen” of those melodies that colored their youth.

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