A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Frida (Never never never)

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It never happens, never
No love is forever
But a flower will eventually arrive
They says that this life is not bad
Not bad
Almost never, never
I have never promised you to the wind
Love is nothing more than a challenge
It will be our rule
Like for Frida, like for Frida.
It doesn't matter where you are
Or what you think to feel alive
The last night became the first
The beginning of the end for every pure thing
And like a lighter feather you fly away,
You separate sadness from melancholy
And then
Fall into panic
Sometimes destiny is a moment
That takes us where it wants
That reveals new paths.
It never happens, never
No love is forever
But a flower will eventually arrive
They say that this life is not bad
Not bad
Almost never, never
I have never promised you to the wind
Love is nothing more than a challenge
It will be our rule
Like for Frida, like for Frida.
It doesn't matter where you are
Or how long it's been since you've last seen the moon
You are always my agony, my luck
The shape and colour of every real thing
Feels close to me
And you fly away lighter than before
If you no longer have a voice, talk with mine
And then
Fall into panic
Sometimes destiny is a moment
That takes us where it wants
That reveals new paths.
It never happens, never, never
No love is forever
But a flower will eventually arrive
They say this life is not bad
Not bad
Almost never, never
I have never promised you to the wind
Love is nothing more than a challenge
 

The days I lose things

I have lost something
And forgotten it
I'm sure that I put it
That I put it there
That the thread that loosened
I had, I had it here
But that which was lying
On top of a cabinet
Has fallen behind it
And is lying in the dust - in the dust
Because there are generally
Two kinds of days
 
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
 
A bus card, a mitten, and a wedding ring
We carry so many things that can be lost
What you have known about
But hidden
Because as you saw it, had something to say
There was a hint of something there that went past me
A word - with a bitter taste, because something was lying behind
And it hangs in the air - in the air
Because there are generally
Two kinds of days
 
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
 
A thread, a look and feeling that things are falling apart for us now - and then
But that which was lying
On top of a cabinet
Has fallen behind it
And is lying in the dust - in the dust
Because there are generally
Two kinds of days
 
There are the days I lose things
There are the days I lose things
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
There are the days I lose things