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Buy from iTunes Buy from Amazon Buy from Música online | Little Stream (Original title: Den lilla bäcken) Words & music by Allan Edwall English lyric by J.C. Schütz National Songs/Bonnier Music Publishing I was a child with pure and precious senses And on my being the sun was bound to shine My life was new, no memories or fences The moon was full and gliding close behind And I was young, so proud and firmly grounded I gladly lived with animals and trees Inside my veins no worries ever pounded And still my heart was pure and filled with peace The little stream runs towards the river The river ends in an endless sea And what remains is a single sliver Of what that stream used to be And I grew up and learned to hold my horses I learned to do what you're supposed to do I learned to choke my pain and stay my courses And blame myself for things I can't undo I watch the world through glances of the dying I buy my peace with others' restlessness I steal my strength instead of really trying And now I snore with spiritual distress The little stream ... I'm like the mouse, I keep things without purpose The only difference is that I'm collecting years We learn to lie as if it wouldn't hurt us And tell the truth along with bitter tears Here in my mouth the words have turned so tasteless It's like a plant that we forgot to tend My faith is weak, I'm timorous and faceless It's all just 'Start', 'The middle' and 'The end' The little stream ... « BACK TO LIST |
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