Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vårdag i november, artist - Lars Winnerbäck. Album song Dans med svåra steg, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 22.10.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Swedish
Vårdag i november(original) |
Som inga sorger fanns |
Naturens lagar I balans |
Som om vi alltid var tillsammans |
Men som om vrden sa ifrn |
Som glada dar drar korta strn |
Jag blir vl kvar hr I stan vid stngn |
Vi levde ut en kort sekund |
S lngt frn tankarna av avund |
I samma tankar en gng tilll |
P vad vi gjort vad vi vill |
Som om lyckan var en fjril |
Vi skaffar hv att fnga I Fast den trivs bst nr den r fri |
Finns ingen bur som den trivs bra I Men som att be fr ingenting |
Och som att knppa utan hnder |
Vi liksom vntar p en vrdag I november |
Som om tankarna stod still, |
Kan inte sga vad man vill |
S man gr tyst omkring drmmer |
En vidrig tystnad feg snl |
Blir dialog av alkohol |
Man vgar sga allt man glmmer |
Men som om tiga vore guld |
Och som om len tog nn slags oskuld |
En spegelbild I en vattenpl visar upp en bakful knl |
Som hller kft tills han fr starkl |
Som om problemet blev en vn |
S kysste vi varann igen |
Och fll som sm popidoler ner I sngen |
Men som att be fr ingenting |
Och som att gripa utan hnder |
Vi liksom vntar p en vrdag I november |
Kanske blir det som vi vill |
Att vi kan trffas I april |
Och vi fr ter se vr fjril |
D kan vi skippa undanflykter |
Fr en fjril flyger nykter |
(translation) |
As there were no sorrows |
The laws of nature are in balance |
As if we were always together |
But as if the host said so |
As happy days draw short strn |
I'll stay here in town by the bar |
We lived out a short second |
So far from the thoughts of envy |
In the same thoughts once more |
On what we have done what we want |
As if happiness were a butterfly |
We get what to catch in Although it thrives best when it is free |
There is no cage like it thrives in But like asking for nothing |
And like buttoning without hands |
We are kind of waiting for a weekday in November |
As if thoughts were still, |
Can not say what you want |
So you walk quietly around dreaming |
A disgusting silence cowardly snl |
Becomes a dialogue of alcohol |
You weigh everything you forget |
But as if silence were our gold |
And as if len took nn kind of innocence |
A mirror image In a water plate shows a bakful knl |
Who keeps quiet until he gets strong |
As if the problem became a vn |
Then we kissed each other again |
And fell like little pop idols down in the song |
But like praying for nothing |
And like grabbing without hands |
We are kind of waiting for a weekday in November |
Maybe it's what we want |
That we can meet in April |
And we will see our butterfly again |
D we can skip escapes |
Before a butterfly flies sober |