Текст и перевод песни Ulf Lundell - Vi som är kvar

Vi som är kvar

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Those of Us Who Remain

When there's nothing left to say about nothing anymore When everything has been seen and heard When it's as quiet as after the harvest and freedom is all you have and you're the only one left isn't it a beautiful trick the stars play but they've been at it for thousands of years I saw two people in love with each other on TV yesterday, a haven in each other's arms It looked like happiness for a while I tried to find them again the next day Thought I'd go down to Sifnos Take in ten days at Alexandros Heard a bootleg with Springsteen in the car that blew up the last few miles down here, and here everything is quiet Who is it that I've loved? Who have I kissed, who have I loved? They can't leave Salinger alone and that woman he took in published his letters Red lips, long black hair black eyes like a, super-trooper straight into the amorphous mass It was her fingerprints on her money I was looking for in the cash register later We are time we are money our days, our nights Our birth our, death, our struggle to survive Our salvations our drugs, our longing is what we'll never become we are our expectation The soft skin and the warmth of it We are the saints without God Who have I kissed? Who have I loved? When you opened up and drew me into you then you were true religion You liked being in control but when you (lost it and were forced to hear the tone of compassion naked and vulnerable in a bewildered half-minute then you were easy to like I don't know where you are now Maybe you're chairman of the Bored in some Southern bar We're starting to get old, those of us who remain