Nostalgi .
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
You forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is a beauty, admire it.
Life is a bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realise it.
Life is a chellenge, meet it.
Life is a duty - complete it!
Together forever,
Never apart...
Maybee in distance,
but NEVER in heart.
The truth is;
we hide because we want to be found,
we walk away to see who will follow,
we cry to see who will wipe away our tears,
and we let our hearts get broken
to see who will fix them.
When you try your best but you don't succed,
ehan you get what you want, but not what you need.
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep, stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face,
ehan you loose something you can't replace,
when you love something but it goes to waste,
could it be worse?
And high up above or down below,
when you're too inlove to let it go.
But if you never try, you'll never know;
Just what you're worth.
Det handlar inte alltid om hur man ser ut,
utan hur man beter sig.
Det handlar inte om hur många vänner man har,
utan vilka som alltid finns kvar.
Det handlar inte om vart man vill,
utan hur man tänker ta sig dit.
Att vara stark är inte att aldrig falla,
att alltid veta, att alltid kunna.
Att vara stark är inte att alltid orka skratta,
att hoppa högst eller vilja mest.
Att vara stark är inte att lyfta tyngst,
att alltid komma först eller alltid lyckas.
Att vara stark är; att leva livet som det är,
gå igenom svåra perioder,
falla till botten, slå sig hårt,
men, alltid komma igen...
Godnatt älskade vänner och familj,.
ta hand om er.
xoxo
// ERAN Sandra Linnea Vestlund
<3
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
You forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is a beauty, admire it.
Life is a bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realise it.
Life is a chellenge, meet it.
Life is a duty - complete it!
Together forever,
Never apart...
Maybee in distance,
but NEVER in heart.
The truth is;
we hide because we want to be found,
we walk away to see who will follow,
we cry to see who will wipe away our tears,
and we let our hearts get broken
to see who will fix them.
When you try your best but you don't succed,
ehan you get what you want, but not what you need.
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep, stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face,
ehan you loose something you can't replace,
when you love something but it goes to waste,
could it be worse?
And high up above or down below,
when you're too inlove to let it go.
But if you never try, you'll never know;
Just what you're worth.
Det handlar inte alltid om hur man ser ut,
utan hur man beter sig.
Det handlar inte om hur många vänner man har,
utan vilka som alltid finns kvar.
Det handlar inte om vart man vill,
utan hur man tänker ta sig dit.
Att vara stark är inte att aldrig falla,
att alltid veta, att alltid kunna.
Att vara stark är inte att alltid orka skratta,
att hoppa högst eller vilja mest.
Att vara stark är inte att lyfta tyngst,
att alltid komma först eller alltid lyckas.
Att vara stark är; att leva livet som det är,
gå igenom svåra perioder,
falla till botten, slå sig hårt,
men, alltid komma igen...
Godnatt älskade vänner och familj,.
ta hand om er.
xoxo
// ERAN Sandra Linnea Vestlund
<3
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