Ballerina - Lars Vaular

Du var, du var min ballerina

I mellom galehus og gale gallerier

Det e’kkje sant det alle alle sammen sier

Alle sammen lyger

Du var, du var min ballerina

I mellom galehus og gale gallerier

Det e’kkje sant det alle alle sammen sier

Alle sammen lyger

Noen smeller må du gi, noen smeller må du ta

Og når det smeller gjelder det å holde hodet kaldere enn 50 meter under vann

På tynn is med din sand, så du kan strø alt du kan

Alt faller uansett gjennom hvis du tråkker gjennom der isen blir til havet

Dette er bare ord, eg kan huske en gang

Blikket var blankt, stikket var dypt

Gjorde meg ydmyk i møte med livets kalde kniv

Som stadig kan hoppe ut sliren igjen

Ydmyk i forhold til tid, ydmyk i forhold til kropp

Ka bor i hjeret til menn?

Blodet kan bli til en propp

Blodet kan bli til en flom

Størknet over min hånd

Du er min venn, no e det nok

Nå vil du hem, nå skal vi hjem

Ka har vi glemt?

Du var, du var min ballerina

I mellom galehus og gale gallerier

Det e’kkje sant det alle alle sammen sier

Alle sammen lyger

Du var, du var min ballerina

I mellom galehus og gale gallerier

Det e’kkje sant det alle alle sammen sier

Alle sammen lyger

Det e’kkje sant e’kkje sant det de sier om deg

Det e’kkje sant det de sier om meg

Det e’kkje sant det de sier om deg

Det e’kkje sant det de sier om meg

Affiliert med kriminell aktivitet

Vi e kun offere av nysgjerrighet

Vi bare tror, tro meg eg vet

Når det går bra, når det går helt forbannade galt

Kan eg få si, du og din anatomi

Vet ikkje helt ka du blander deg i

Var konsentrert, ble vannet ut

Havnet ut på, tidevannet renner nok ut

Lille ungdommen i lille Lundgården

Like hardbarket som Morten Harket

Hønen sparket over hele kartet

Drakk det vi var menn te å makte

Fekter med fakler mot fanden

Fakta faen på bar bakke, nekter hardnakket

Du var, du var min ballerina

I mellom galehus og gale gallerier

Det e’kkje sant det alle alle sammen sier

Alle sammen lyger

Du var, du var min ballerina

I mellom galehus og gale gallerier

Det e’kkje sant det alle alle sammen sier

Alle sammen lyger

Det e’kkje sant e’kkje sant det de sier om deg

Det e’kkje sant det de sier om meg

Det e’kkje sant det de sier om deg

Det e’kkje sant det de sier om meg

You were, you were my ballerina

In between crazy houses and crazy galleries

It's not true what everyone says

Everyone is lying

You were, you were my ballerina

In between crazy houses and crazy galleries

It's not true what everyone says

Everyone is lying

Some bangs you have to give, some bangs you have to take

And when it slams, it is important to keep your head colder than 50 meters under water

On thin ice with your sand, so you can sprinkle everything you can

Everything falls through anyway if you step through where the ice turns to the sea

These are just words, I can remember once

The gaze was shiny, the sting was deep

Made me humble in the face of life's cold knife

Which can constantly jump out of the sheath again

Humble in relation to time, humble in relation to body

Can live in the hearts of men?

The blood can become a clot

The blood can become a flood

Solidified over my hand

You're my friend, that's enough

Now you want to go home, now we're going home

What have we forgotten?

You were, you were my ballerina

In between crazy houses and crazy galleries

It's not true what everyone says

Everyone is lying

You were, you were my ballerina

In between crazy houses and crazy galleries

It's not true what everyone says

Everyone is lying

It's not true what they say about you

It's not true what they say about me

It's not true what they say about you

It's not true what they say about me

Affiliated with criminal activity

We are only victims of curiosity

We just believe, believe me I know

When it goes well, when it goes completely damn wrong

Can I say you and your anatomy

Do not quite know what you are getting involved in

Was concentrated, was watered out

Ended up on, the tide is probably flowing out

Little youth in little Lundgården

As hard-barked as Morten Harket

The chicken kicked all over the map

Drank what we were men tea to power

Fencing with torches against the devil

Facts fuck on bare ground, stubbornly refuses

You were, you were my ballerina

In between crazy houses and crazy galleries

It's not true what everyone says

Everyone is lying

You were, you were my ballerina

In between crazy houses and crazy galleries

It's not true what everyone says

Everyone is lying

It's not true what they say about you

It's not true what they say about me

It's not true what they say about you

It's not true what they say about me