nican

Jag är kär..
i våren, i min väska, i tiden då den bara rinner iväg,
i min studentmössa, i musiken, men mest av allt i dig.



She who always seems so happy in a crowd.
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past.
That I remember till the day I die