Nara by Blindside
[swedish]
Hennes hjrta slog hrdare fr varje sekund
Skalet hll emot som aldrig frut
En vgran till var allt detta har sin grund
Skalet hll emot men stora bucklor buktar ut
Inte nu, kanske senare och aldrig frut
Som en blomma som aldrig slagit ut
Om en lngtan som aldrig ftt ett beslut
Om en lngtan som aldrig tagit slut
Med ftterna s lngt under markytan
Och nd brare av ett rotlst hjrta
Fr svrt att ta sig upp och nd veta
Att sknhet kommer ur smrta
Och jag nskar jag kunde dra dig upp drifrn
Men ingen annan utom den ende kan
Och jag nskar jag kunde dra dig upp drifrn
Min tunga kan aldrig kl i ord att min lga r sann
Och jag ska aldrig mer vara rdd att visa mig vek
Aldrig mer med hot frska bevisa min krlek
S lt dig trffas i hjrtat lt det blda
Om jag kunde skulle jag ta tillbaks de ord som var dda
Om hans liv fick bli din fda
Om ditt hjrta fick blda
Frsk inte vinna tid
Fr jag ser ingenting av den varan
Trots att jag kommer att st kvar dr jag r
Vilket val du n tar
Str jag kvar
Mt mig vid fridsfurstens ftter
Jag har ingenting utom det som r mina rtter
Mt mig p kn framfr hans ftter
(TRANSLATION]
[Title: Close]
Her heart was beating harder for every second
The shell was holding up like never before
A refusal to where all this has it’s foundation
The shell hold up, but big dents bulge
Not now, maybe later and never before
Like a flower that never blossomed
About a longing that never given birth to a decision
About a longing that never ended
With the feet so far below the ground surface
And yet carrier of a rootless heart
Too hard to get up and still knowing
That beauty comes out of pain
And I wish I could pull you up from there
But no one else than The Only One can
And I wish I could pull you up from there
My tongue can never dress in words that my flame is true
And I shall never again be afraid of showing my weak self
Never again with threat try to prove my love
So let yourself get hit in the heart, let it bleed
If I could I would take back the words that were dead
If you could be fed through His life
If your heart would bleed
Whatever choice you make
I remain
Meet me at the feet of the Prince of Peace
I have nothing except what are my roots
Meet me on your knees before His feet
� 2005 Drt
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