Lena Philipsson nasta sasong

Look, I'm losing
Style like you had
Flapping me off
Blowing, impact
For a few kilometers
In the ditch it was
And being who I am
So I say that
It will be less this year
Less this year
You ask if we see each other tonight
Nothing tomorrow or next weekend?
Or next season?
Until I shoot it for real
Until you see gives excuse carefully
Sometime
Look, I'm floating from where you are
Similar to where we were before
Now we're parting
For just a few meters
Got kilometers deeper
You know my name
And understand well that
It's getting less this year
Before with a thousand things on my mind
Can time get short
You ask if we'll see each other tonight?
I say , nothing tomorrow or next weekend
Or next season
Until I shoot it for real
Until you say sorry carefully< br/>Ever
You ask if we'll see each other tonight?
I say, nothing tomorrow or next weekend
Or next day song
I shoot it for real
Until you say sorry carefully
Sometime