Sommern Med Bil - Frida Ånnevik, Melkeveien, Bendik Hval

Hele minnet er gult

Men vi skjermer med hånda

Og myser hardere

For å skjelne da fra nå

Tell ned 11 år

For huet husker det det vil

Det som var bra

Det strekker ikke til

For hvem sa hva?

Og jeg trekker det i tvil

For minnet lekker som ei sil

Og vi, vi, vi

Når skal jeg slippe taket

Vil bare reise i tid

For vi, vi, vi

Kommer aldri

Tilbake til sommer’n med bil

I deg så jeg hele meg

For verden holdt opp et speil den sommer’n

Og som i en anna hud

Vides jeg helt ut

For huet husker det det vil

Det som var bra

Det strekker ikke til

For hvem sa hva?

Og jeg trekker det i tvil

For minnet lekker som ei sil

Og vi, vi, vi

Når skal jeg slippe taket

Vil bare reise i tid

For vi, vi, vi

Kommer aldri

Tilbake til sommer’n med bil

Husken er en pappask

Jeg har spart for lenge på

Og navnet ditt med sprittusj

Falmer litt og litt, og litt og litt

Og alt jeg kjenner er vatnet

Som var femten grader kaldt

Og vi, vi, vi

Når skal jeg slippe taket

Vil bare reise i tid

For vi, vi, vi

Kommer aldri

Tilbake til sommer’n med bil

The whole memory is yellow

But we shield by hand

And squints harder

To distinguish then from now

Count down to 11 years

For the hat remembers what it will

That was good

It is not enough

For who said what?

And I doubt it

For memory leaks like a sieve

And we, we, we

When should I let go?

Just want to travel in time

For we, we, we

Will never come

Back to summer by car

In you I saw my whole being

For the world held up a mirror that summer

And as in another skin

I know completely

For the hat remembers what it will

That was good

It is not enough

For who said what?

And I doubt it

For memory leaks like a sieve

And we, we, we

When should I let go?

Just want to travel in time

For we, we, we

Will never come

Back to summer by car

The swing is a cardboard box

I've been saving for too long

And your name with alcohol ink

Fades little by little, and little by little

And all I know is the lake

Which was fifteen degrees cold

And we, we, we

When should I let go?

Just want to travel in time

For we, we, we

Will never come

Back to summer by car