You say love was never meant for you
That you never felt the wind high above the treetops
You say it splits at the cheek< br/>And becomes whole again behind you
Every cloud is broken
You count everything sadly all night long
And she you once loved
And maybe still love
Does it matter?
No maybe none
Maybe everything really
You say 'do you have matches?'
- Yes, enough if you want to burn down Stockholm
'And do you have wine and spirits?'
- So that it is enough to get the whole quarter full of sorrows
Everything, it's too late
Too late for wine, too late for love pure as snow
Tonight there is no way back
And you wonder who's kissing her now
You wonder who
Who if not you
And the lips, you called yours
It went r painful to know
But equally painful to wonder
You say 'do you have matches?'
- Yes, enough if you want to burn down Stockholm
'And have you wine and spirits?'
- So that it is enough to make the whole fjord full of sorrows
All, it is too late
Too late for wine, too late for love pure as snow
Tonight there is no turning back, none at all
Too late for edelweiss
None at all
Too late for edelweiss
None at all
Too late for edelweiss