lördag 10 januari 2009

A beautiful tune...



I have heard that You seeing someone
and that He is everything I am not
I have heard that You are sure now
and I wake up with that thought every day
I have heard that He is the one
And they say You really mean it
And I hate that I love You
I love You so much that I hate Myself



And I am ashamed to beg and I am ashamed to cry
My heart is Yours to destroy, let Your friend know
And I am ashamed to say that You are still inside me
Laugh at Me and maybe I get over it
How could You fall when he told you: I love you
I love You so much that I hate Myself



My friends tells me; wake up and stop thinking about it
But what do they know?
Someone else but Me is closer to You
My life before I knew inside out
And it could have stayed like that for ever
But I fell for You and You deserved a nomination for the part You played



It will always be a hand for You somewhere
You can close Your eyes and never feel alone
I guess everyone wants You now
They have been waiting for this
And I hate that I love You
I love You so much that I hate Myself



One time, it was a party
I left with somebody cus she reminded of You
But then the dawn came, I got up and walked through the door
And I walked in the early morning
The pure, early morning



And I did not know why I did it
Oh, I did not know



I have heard that You seeing someone
This time You are really sure
And I hate that I love You
I love You so much that I hate Myself


By: Håkan Hellström 2005

2 kommentarer:

boho sa...

en sann poet. Vet hur ord ska användas. Vet hur de ska fastna och beröra.....

E sa...

jepp... å min svengelska översättning var liksom pricken över i:et :-)