Cara

What's in front of me, I can't talk anymore
Tell me what you like, I can't understand, where would you like to go
Do you want to go to sleep
How much hair you have, you can't count
Move the bottle and let me look
If you have a lot of hair, you can trust it

I know a place in my heart
Where the wind always blows
For your few years and for mine which are a hundred
There is nothing to understand, just sit and listen
Because I wrote a song for every regret
And I have to be careful not to fall into the wine
Or end up inside your eyes, if you come closer to me

The night has its own scent and you can fall into it
That no one sees you
But for someone like me, poor guy, who wanted to hold your hand
And fall into a bed
Such a pity
How nostalgic
Don't look yourself in the eye and tell yourself another lie
At least I hadn't met you
Me dying here and you eating ice cream

You run after the wind and look like a butterfly
And with how much feeling you freeze and look at my shoulder
If you are afraid to go far, you can fly into my hand
But I already know what you think, you would like to leave
As if going far was the same as dying
And there's nothing strange but I can't come

Just like a butterfly you rose to escape
But remember that I could have nailed you to that wall
If I hadn't gone out to try to fly too
And the night began to freeze my skin
One night a mother trying to count her stars
I was a spit down there and I said: Ole, I'm lost

The night is dying
And it's stupid to try to stop the tears by laughing
But for someone like me I've already said it
Who wanted to take your hand and fly over a roof

A train stops in the distance
But what a beautiful morning, the sky is clear
Goodnight, my soul
Now I turn off the light and so be it