nostalgisk, inte jag.

I was dreaming while I drove.

you came to take us all things go.

Hamburg, ta med mig hem.

Sommar, sommar, sommar.

ta min själ som kramar dig varje natt.

come, come, come to commedia.

summer, love and things like that.

solljuset stiger ur havet, spelar i koppar och glas.


this odd diversity of misery and joy.

gener och anlag.


the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips now, revealed the tears that was on my face.

västerbron you show me such great heights.

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