Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Håll om mig en sista gång, artist - Tomas Ledin. Album song Sånger att älska till 1972-1997, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Acasso
Song language: Swedish
Håll om mig en sista gång(original) |
| Det var ingenting planerat |
| Jag skulle inte vara dr, inte alls |
| Hur som helst s satt vi dr och talade |
| Medan timmarna frsvann |
| Jag minns inte att jag ens tnkte tanken |
| Men pltsligt s var det bara s |
| Kanske var det ngonting I stunden |
| Dr fanns en nrhet, som var svr att motst |
| Hll om mig en sista gng |
| Hll om mig, hll om mig, hll om mig |
| Hll om mig en sista gng |
| Slpp inte taget, inte ens nr du gr |
| Br med dig en bit av den krlek, som fr alltid r vr |
| Be mig inte att frklara |
| Det finns skert en mening, men jag har inga svar |
| Kanske r det bara ngonting som hnder |
| En del av vgen, ja vad vet jag? |
| Det kan ha varit parfymen som doftade |
| Eller ditt befriande skratt |
| Kanske en knsla av ensamhet, den som finns dr I en alltfr stor stad |
| Hll om mig en sista gng |
| Hll om mig, hll om mig, hll om mig |
| Hll om mig en sista gng |
| Slpp inte taget, inte ens nr du gr |
| Br med dig en bit av den krlek, som fr alltid r vr |
| Hll om mig, hll om mig, hll om mig |
| Slpp inte taget, inte ens nr du gr |
| Br med dig en bit av den krlek som fr alltid r… |
| Vr |
| (translation) |
| Nothing was planned |
| I would not be dr, not at all |
| Anyway, we sat there and talked |
| While the hours disappeared |
| I do not remember even thinking the thought |
| But suddenly it was just so |
| Maybe it was something at the time |
| There was a proximity, which was hard to resist |
| Hold me one last time |
| Hll about me, hll about me, hll about me |
| Hold me one last time |
| Do not let go, not even when you go |
| Carry with you a piece of the love that is always ours |
| Do not ask me to explain |
| There is certainly a meaning, but I have no answer |
| Maybe it's just something that happens |
| Part of the way, well what do I know? |
| It may have been the perfume that smelled |
| Or your liberating laugh |
| Maybe a feeling of loneliness, the one that is there in an overly large city |
| Hold me one last time |
| Hll about me, hll about me, hll about me |
| Hold me one last time |
| Do not let go, not even when you go |
| Carry with you a piece of the love that is always ours |
| Hll about me, hll about me, hll about me |
| Do not let go, not even when you go |
| Bring with you a piece of the love that always lasts… |
| Fri |