Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Att fånga en fjäril, artist - Lars Winnerbäck. Album song Med solen i ögonen, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 24.09.1998
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Swedish
Att fånga en fjäril(original) |
Jag har ett hem under tcket som ingen har ryckt, jag har det varmt och tryggt |
Jag har en lampa vid sngen |
Dr har du varit p flykt frn den svra terrngen |
Det skulle aldrig ha gtt, nr vi sttt |
p s olika stllen i livet, men tiden gav oss lite grann nd |
Vi kallar oss vnner, det r svrt att vara nr man lngtar och knner |
som vilka vnner som helst, vilka mnskor som helst |
ungefr, du kan sga kr |
Jag har ett hem bort i skogen, snrigt och svart, dr har du aldrig vart |
Dr faller lven om vren |
Dr har jag gjort mig en kvart, i dom djupaste snren |
Vi skulle aldrig ha mtts, nr vi ftts |
p s olika delar av vrlden, men en fjril flyger mellan oss ibland |
Vi kallar den lycka, den r svr att fnga, den vill slita och rycka |
som vilken lycka som helst, vilken fjril som helst |
Men nd, vi ses igen vi tv |
S kan vi sjunga tillsammans om en lngtan som aldrig blir still |
fr alla oss som aldrig vet vad vi vill |
Det finns en sng och en drm |
om en lycka s m |
fr oss som alltid ska till |
att fnga en fjril |
Det finns en skugga bland trden, dr vi kan ses, dr kan det tas och ges |
Dr har vi nnting tillsammans |
Dr r skogen rtt gles, dr finns ljus lite varstans |
Det r en underlig plats, dr vi satts |
p s olika prov med varandra, tv vrldar ska krocka varje gng vi ses |
Vi kan kalla oss kra, det r svrt att sga, men vi vill vara nra |
som vilka kra som helst, vilka vrldar som helst |
Eller hur, det mste va nt strul |
Det gr en vind genom skogen, nnting hrs drifrn, det blser till ver n |
Nnting fladdrar i vinden |
Ingen vldig cyklon, men det biter i kinden |
Det skulle aldrig ha blst, om vi lst |
om vi stngt om vra olika vrldar, en fjril lngtar alltid ut igen |
Sm ltta vingar, som jag ltt skjuter undan, som jag ltt frringar |
som vilka vingar som helst, vilka knslor som helst |
Rationell, vi kanske ses ikvll |
S kan vi sjunga tillsammans om en lngtan som aldrig blir still |
fr alla oss som aldrig vet vad vi vill |
Det finns en sng och en drm |
om en lycka s m |
fr oss som alltid ska till |
att fnga en fjril |
att fnga en fjril, som vill |
flla vingarna ut ver vrlden, en fjril som flyger mellan oss ibland |
Vi kallar den lycka, den r svr att fnga, den vill slita och rycka |
som vilken lycka som helst, vilken fjril som helst |
vilken krlek som helst, hur som helst |
S kan vi sjunga tillsammans om en lngtan som aldrig blir still |
fr alla oss som aldrig vet vad vi vill |
Det finns en sng och en drm |
om en lycka s m |
fr oss som alltid ska till |
att fnga en fjril |
(translation) |
I have a home under the cover that no one has snatched, I feel warm and safe |
I have a lamp by the bed |
There you have been on the run from the difficult terrain |
It would never have happened when we stood |
p s different places in life, but time gave us a little nd nd |
We call ourselves friends, it's hard to be when you long and feel |
like any friends, any men |
about, you can say kr |
I have a home away in the woods, windy and black, you have never been there |
There the lion falls in the spring |
There I have made myself a quarter, in the deepest strings |
We should never have met when we were born |
in such different parts of the world, but a butterfly flies between us sometimes |
We call it happiness, it is hard to catch, it wants to tear and twitch |
like any happiness, any butterfly |
But nd, see you again we tv |
Then we can sing together about a longing that never stays still |
for all of us who never know what we want |
There is a song and a dream |
about a happiness s m |
for us who are always going to |
to catch a butterfly |
There is a shadow among the trees, where we can be seen, where it can be taken and given |
There we have nothing together |
Where the forest is quite sparse, there is light everywhere |
It's a strange place, where we sat |
On such different tests with each other, two worlds will collide every time we meet |
We can call ourselves kra, it's hard to say, but we want to be close |
like any kra, any worlds |
Or how, it must be a nuisance |
There is a wind through the forest, nothing is heard drifting, it is blowing to the sky now |
Nothing flutters in the wind |
No huge cyclone, but it bites in the cheek |
It would never have blown if we read |
if we close our different worlds, a butterfly always longs to come out again |
Small light wings, which I easily push away, which I easily lower |
like any wings, any emotions |
Rational, we might see each other tonight |
Then we can sing together about a longing that never stays still |
for all of us who never know what we want |
There is a song and a dream |
about a happiness s m |
for us who are always going to |
to catch a butterfly |
to catch a butterfly, who wants |
fling their wings out over the world, a butterfly that flies between us sometimes |
We call it happiness, it is hard to catch, it wants to tear and twitch |
like any happiness, any butterfly |
any love, anyway |
Then we can sing together about a longing that never stays still |
for all of us who never know what we want |
There is a song and a dream |
about a happiness s m |
for us who are always going to |
to catch a butterfly |