Traste Lindéns Quintett
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I lived down on the hill
in a house that they have demolished,
f Nobody wanted to live there
before the road would go there.
So I moved up on the mountain
it was closer to heaven,
down there you were lawless
with eyes on your back.
I can see myself in the day
sitting alone up on the mountain,
how I stare over the valley
but I see nothing.
when the sun has set,
when the sky is black,
when the lights have been lit,
then I sit there still.
For in the blue light of the moon,
in the heavy beating of the heart,
and in the long windings of the brain
there are no answers.
Before then I was like the others
and a yes Loved to dance,
could charm all the ladies.
I looked like Cary Grant.
Now you can just glimpse
a figure in the morning mist,
they can meet someone on the path,
someone who whispers to themselves.
I can see myself...