Frida - Threnody

  • Artist: Frida (Anni-Frid Synni Lyngstad)
  • Album: Something's Going On (1982)
  • Translations: Belarusian, French


Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered,
If I bowled it down the street
Who's to say it mattered?
If there's one that rode away
What would I be missing?
Lips that taste of tears, they say
Are the best for kissing...
Eyes that watch the morning star
Seem a little brighter;
Arms held out to darkness
Are usually whiter.
Shall I bar the strolling guest?
Bind my brow with willow
When, they say, the empty breast
Is the softer pillow?
That a heart falls tinkling down
Never think it ceases...
Every likely lad in town
Gathers up the pieces.
If there's one gone whistling by
Would I let it grieve me?
Let him wonder if I lie,
Let him half believe me...
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Submitted by MetodiusMetodius on Tue, 24/10/2017 - 17:09


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