Lastemååjegeh jeenjesh sjidtemeNjaalkeme stuerebe enn åvtesneMoereh aajngesem steerieh, jaamah jïh gahtjahAlmetje goh snöölhke mah tjelmehts sjidtemeNjaalkemem lea dïhte maa...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Garmarna
A photograph of a ladyWho got cut in half by her own maid staffMade my own problems look pretty unimportantEven though I got a paper from the government that said I need to start m...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Kristoffer Ragnstam
Fru Tala hon drömde en dröm i nattVak upp här är en god tidAtt den rike herr Holger han skulle ge tapptDen rike herr HolgerJag drömde jag drömde om vår gångare gråHan bar ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Garmarna
Var äro de män som drogo här vägen framMed milda ögon och sorgsna för brott och skamSmå bröder i mörka skogar med ulv och snöVar äro de män som drogo så stort att döD...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Garmarna
It's such a shame I've met you Now, when it's all too late Everything I had to give I've already given away. My heart is gone. My body's is gone. It's just the ghost you see The gh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Anita Lipnicka And John Porter
Tip, tip, top, tipa, tipa, tip, topI lost my keys and I ain't got the pin codeMight need, but keep stalling me, I'm no longer involvedTip, tip, top, tipa, tipa, tip, topIt's two fo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Kristoffer Ragnstam
She’s sipping a cappuccino Like a cat sipping out of a bowl He’s black espresso To start his heart when it gets coldHe’s thinking ‘cognac’ But afraid his hands might shak...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Anita Lipnicka And John Porter
Tell me, tell me what you seeWhen you close your amber eyesWhen the sparkle fades awayAnd what remains of you is just a childTell me, tell me what you missWhen you melt in my embra...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Anita Lipnicka And John Porter
It's Monday morningThe snow is still fallingNo hope for spring todayWe sit over coffeeWhen you say you don't know meNo more after all these yearsMaybe it's trueI've been hiding fro...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Anita Lipnicka And John Porter
I've got no glassTo raise to my lipsGot nothing to celebrateGot no time to sitWith you, my friendOh, it's getting too lateAnd if I don't keep on movingI feel the earth slip beneath...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Anita Lipnicka And John Porter