Av ingens frö - Lars Winnerbäck

Du bjuder ut ditt skratt till var och en som nskar f lvorna har bjudit dig till vals

Men din salta dagg syns tydligt mot din gonfrans nd Du dansar tyst en krleksvals frn ingen alls

I desperat jakt p en vn

Kan du frnedras om igen

Du sknker mer n nn kan ta Fare en sekund av nnting bra

Kan ngon ge vad du ska ha Vill ngon se vad du har sett

Kan du nnsin hitta rtt

Och f tillbaka det du gett

Natten har sin sng om vilsenhet en trappa ner

Dare blinkar lamporna till komp av en maskin

Ett trtt och vilset barn av trasig vrld are allt jag ser

Nare du felfritt stampar takt till hysterin

Du blommar upp av ingens fr I vrme varm som slask och sn Du torkar tare av ingens trst

Och lyssnar tyst till ingens rst

Du har rock’n’roll I dina brst

Du har blues I dina lare

Du har visor I ditt hare

Och poesi I dina sare

Men nu syns daggen tydlig mot din gonfrans igen

Du vinglar bakfull hem till vggar utan svar

Ditt glamoursa hopp om lyckovrld I skymningen

Blev en bitter vandring hem I singular

Du har sett drmmar rasa ner

Och du vet hur munnar ler

Dom lskar grna det dom ser

Men dom skrms bort om det finns mer

Men du are van vid folks manare

Och frn din vagga till din grav

are du den vilsna vrldens slav

Du are en tare I svarta hav

You invite your laughter to everyone who wants the foals has invited you to the waltz

But your salty dew is clearly visible against your gonfrans nd You dance quietly a love waltz from no one at all

In desperate search of a friend

Can you be lowered again

You donate more now that you can take Danger a second of nnting good

Can someone give you what you want? Does anyone want to see what you have seen?

Can you ever find the right one

And get back what you gave

The night has its song about lostness downstairs

Dare flashes the lights to the accompaniment of a machine

A tired and lost child of a broken world is all I see

When you flawlessly stomp pace to hysteria

You bloom up from nobody's seed In warmth warm as sleet and snow You dry more of nobody's comfort

And listens silently to nobody's voice

You have rock'n'roll in your breasts

You have blues in your ears

You have songs in your hare

And poetry In your sare

But now the dew is clearly visible against your gonfrans again

You sway hungover home to walls with no answer

Your glamorous hope for a world of happiness At dusk

Became a bitter walk home I singular

You've seen dreams fall apart

And you know how mouths smile

They love what they see

But they are scared away if there is more

But you're used to people's manners

And from your cradle to your grave

are you the slave of the lost world

You are a kelp in the Black Sea