Byssan Lull - Kari Bremnes

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[00:13.86]Once I had a lover in Berlin
[00:17.04]Said a frail old woman from a table next to mine
[00:23.19]His voice was like an ancient violin
[00:27.30]And he spoke to me that voice that voice
[00:33.48]I believe they call it falling for a man
[00:44.25]But this falling made me fly left me soaring to the sky
[00:59.43]There wasn any sense there was no plan
[01:09.72]But who would trade this passion for the safety of dry land
[01:18.45]Not I
[01:22.59]Not he
[01:25.08]And we knew we had to travel far away
[01:32.19]We know we had to disappear were no one else could find us
[01:54.24]A sailing ship would take us from the bay
[02:00.45]It sails would fill with an offshore wind to blind us
[02:10.50]We gambled our security the future for the now
[02:26.10]Sailed off towards the storm safety east aside
[02:33.75]We gone beyond what reason would allow
[02:41.34]But who could tame the tidal wave and tell it where to go
[02:50.55]Not I
[02:52.62]Not You
[02:55.50]Reality then brought it to an end
[02:59.28]Said the frail old women shaking underneath her hat
[03:40.14]A decent set of values is no friend
[03:53.97]It reason now that blinds us please believe
[04:10.26]And passion is not willing to be steered
[04:25.05]Purity alone won fill a ship wide sails
[04:38.49]Life will sometimes bring what we most feared
[04:48.54]And who could ever say when to go or when to stay
[04:56.73]Not you
[04:58.86]Not we