Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tango , by - Mikael Wiehe. Song from the album Kärlek & Politik, in the genre Опера и вокалRelease date: 17.02.2004
Record label: Bam
Song language: Swedish
Tango(original) |
| Jag ser min hustru när hon dansar |
| hur hon sakta glider fram |
| under sänkta ögonfransar |
| tätt sluten i hans famn |
| De’e han som för och hon som följer |
| fot vid fot och hand mot hand |
| Under lamporna som glittrar |
| kan jag se hur deras blickar |
| hastigt nuddar vid varann |
| Jag ser min hustru när hon dansar |
| hur hon sakta glider bort |
| Jag kan minnas oss tillsammans |
| Jag kan minnas hennes kropp |
| Hennes läppar är så röda |
| Hennes panna är så vit |
| Jag kan se hur hon försvinner |
| i ett filmiskt, svartvitt flimmer |
| till en utnött melodi |
| Det var i sommar’ns mogna grönska |
| Det var en andlöst vacker dag |
| Hon var allt jag hade önskat |
| Hon var allt jag ville ha |
| Hennes händer var så starka |
| Hennes vilja blev mitt svar |
| Det fanns aldrig något val |
| Bara ett steg jag måste ta |
| Det fanns ingen väg tillbaks |
| Så störtar fjäril'n sej mot lågan |
| Så höjer drinkaren sitt glas |
| Så söker mänskan sej till plågan |
| i hopp om frihet och extas |
| Jag höjer glaset för det vackra |
| för allting odelbart och sant |
| och för min hustru där hon dansar |
| under sänkta ögonfransar |
| i en kvällens sista dans |
| (translation) |
| I see my wife dancing |
| how she slowly slides forward |
| under lowered eyelashes |
| tightly closed in his arms |
| He who leads and she who follows |
| foot by foot and hand to hand |
| Under the glittering lights |
| can I see how their eyes |
| hastily touching each other |
| I see my wife dancing |
| how she slowly slips away |
| I can remember us together |
| I can remember her body |
| Her lips are so red |
| Her forehead is so white |
| I can see how she disappears |
| in a cinematic, black and white flicker |
| to a worn out melody |
| It was in the ripe greenery of summer |
| It was a breathtakingly beautiful day |
| She was everything I had wanted |
| She was everything I wanted |
| Her hands were so strong |
| Her will became my answer |
| There was never a choice |
| Just one step I have to take |
| There was no going back |
| Then the butterfly crashes against the flame |
| This is how the drinker raises his glass |
| This is how man seeks the torment |
| in hopes of freedom and ecstasy |
| I raise the glass for the beautiful |
| for everything indivisible and true |
| and for my wife where she dances |
| under lowered eyelashes |
| in an evening's last dance |