Att fånga en fjäril - Lars Winnerbäck

Jag har ett hem under tcket som ingen har ryckt, jag har det varmt och tryggt

Jag har en lampa vid sngen

Dr har du varit p flykt frn den svra terrngen

Det skulle aldrig ha gtt, nr vi sttt

p s olika stllen i livet, men tiden gav oss lite grann nd

Vi kallar oss vnner, det r svrt att vara nr man lngtar och knner

som vilka vnner som helst, vilka mnskor som helst

ungefr, du kan sga kr

Jag har ett hem bort i skogen, snrigt och svart, dr har du aldrig vart

Dr faller lven om vren

Dr har jag gjort mig en kvart, i dom djupaste snren

Vi skulle aldrig ha mtts, nr vi ftts

p s olika delar av vrlden, men en fjril flyger mellan oss ibland

Vi kallar den lycka, den r svr att fnga, den vill slita och rycka

som vilken lycka som helst, vilken fjril som helst

Men nd, vi ses igen vi tv

S kan vi sjunga tillsammans om en lngtan som aldrig blir still

fr alla oss som aldrig vet vad vi vill

Det finns en sng och en drm

om en lycka s m

fr oss som alltid ska till

att fnga en fjril

Det finns en skugga bland trden, dr vi kan ses, dr kan det tas och ges

Dr har vi nnting tillsammans

Dr r skogen rtt gles, dr finns ljus lite varstans

Det r en underlig plats, dr vi satts

p s olika prov med varandra, tv vrldar ska krocka varje gng vi ses

Vi kan kalla oss kra, det r svrt att sga, men vi vill vara nra

som vilka kra som helst, vilka vrldar som helst

Eller hur, det mste va nt strul

Det gr en vind genom skogen, nnting hrs drifrn, det blser till ver n

Nnting fladdrar i vinden

Ingen vldig cyklon, men det biter i kinden

Det skulle aldrig ha blst, om vi lst

om vi stngt om vra olika vrldar, en fjril lngtar alltid ut igen

Sm ltta vingar, som jag ltt skjuter undan, som jag ltt frringar

som vilka vingar som helst, vilka knslor som helst

Rationell, vi kanske ses ikvll

S kan vi sjunga tillsammans om en lngtan som aldrig blir still

fr alla oss som aldrig vet vad vi vill

Det finns en sng och en drm

om en lycka s m

fr oss som alltid ska till

att fnga en fjril

att fnga en fjril, som vill

flla vingarna ut ver vrlden, en fjril som flyger mellan oss ibland

Vi kallar den lycka, den r svr att fnga, den vill slita och rycka

som vilken lycka som helst, vilken fjril som helst

vilken krlek som helst, hur som helst

S kan vi sjunga tillsammans om en lngtan som aldrig blir still

fr alla oss som aldrig vet vad vi vill

Det finns en sng och en drm

om en lycka s m

fr oss som alltid ska till

att fnga en fjril

I have a home under the cover that no one has snatched, I feel warm and safe

I have a lamp by the bed

There you have been on the run from the difficult terrain

It would never have happened when we stood

p s different places in life, but time gave us a little nd nd

We call ourselves friends, it's hard to be when you long and feel

like any friends, any men

about, you can say kr

I have a home away in the woods, windy and black, you have never been there

There the lion falls in the spring

There I have made myself a quarter, in the deepest strings

We should never have met when we were born

in such different parts of the world, but a butterfly flies between us sometimes

We call it happiness, it is hard to catch, it wants to tear and twitch

like any happiness, any butterfly

But nd, see you again we tv

Then we can sing together about a longing that never stays still

for all of us who never know what we want

There is a song and a dream

about a happiness s m

for us who are always going to

to catch a butterfly

There is a shadow among the trees, where we can be seen, where it can be taken and given

There we have nothing together

Where the forest is quite sparse, there is light everywhere

It's a strange place, where we sat

On such different tests with each other, two worlds will collide every time we meet

We can call ourselves kra, it's hard to say, but we want to be close

like any kra, any worlds

Or how, it must be a nuisance

There is a wind through the forest, nothing is heard drifting, it is blowing to the sky now

Nothing flutters in the wind

No huge cyclone, but it bites in the cheek

It would never have blown if we read

if we close our different worlds, a butterfly always longs to come out again

Small light wings, which I easily push away, which I easily lower

like any wings, any emotions

Rational, we might see each other tonight

Then we can sing together about a longing that never stays still

for all of us who never know what we want

There is a song and a dream

about a happiness s m

for us who are always going to

to catch a butterfly

to catch a butterfly, who wants

fling their wings out over the world, a butterfly that flies between us sometimes

We call it happiness, it is hard to catch, it wants to tear and twitch

like any happiness, any butterfly

any love, anyway

Then we can sing together about a longing that never stays still

for all of us who never know what we want

There is a song and a dream

about a happiness s m

for us who are always going to

to catch a butterfly