Afdrukken | I let the music speak |
Frida |
I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs No poet has ever painted Voices call out to me, straight to my heart So strange, yet we're so well acquainted I let the music speak with no restrains I let my feelings take over Carry my soul away, into the world Where beauty meets the darkness of the day |
Where my mind is like an open window Where the high and healing winds blow From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me I let them take me |
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Agnetha, Frida |
Let it be a joke, let it be a smile Let it be a farce, if it makes me laugh for a little while Let it be a tear, let it be a sigh Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry |
Frida |
Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn Rustling down an old alley And in the dead of night, I find myself a blind man In some ancient valley I let the music speak, leading me gently Urging me like a lover Leading me all the way, into a place Where beauty will defeat the darkest day |
Where I'm one with every grand illusion No disturbance, no intrusion Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me I let them use me |
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Agnetha, Frida |
Let it be a joke, let it be a smile Let it be a farce, if it makes me laugh for a little while Let it be a tear, let it be a sigh Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry |
Let it be a tear, let it be a sigh Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry |
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Let it be the joy of each new sunrise Or the moment when a day dies I surrender without reservation No explanation, no questions why I take it to me and let it flow through me Yes, I let the music speak I let the music speak |
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Muziek: Björn Ulvaeus, Benny Andersson Tekst: Björn Ulvaeus, Benny Andersson Jaar: 1981 |
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