Frida N

Fick för mig att lyssna på gammal musik och i huvudet ploppade Shebang upp. Den här låten nedan är väldigt bra, väldigt sorglig och fin.

Echoing (in my head)

You were the petals, were the petals of my rose.
The most beautiful, beautiful part of the flower.
But you wilted, you wilted and fell to the ground
Where you couldnt breathe, couldnt breathe
You lost your power.

I know a place high above
Is it the place were you are now?

Your voice is echoing in my head
When im lying sleepless in my bed.
Not long ago, you were here
But you faded in the nigth.
Still you echoing in my head.