Fem enkla saker - Lasse Lindh

Under all den hr ytan finns nt du aldrig kommer f se Fr jag tnker gmma det fr dig,

Det r mitt och blir aldrig ditt

Du grter, jag grter inte, det r snt du gr och snt jag inte gr Fem enkla saker blir aldrig fem enkla saker mer

S kom igen d, med allt du har och lappa ihop mig bst du kan

Och kom igen d, med allt du har och lappa ihop mig bst du kan

Min syster kom p besk hon, kldd I vitt sa hon att 'Pappa r sjuk'

'Men har han inte alltid varit sjuk'

Hon skrattade inte, sa 'Du mste komma I r, Lasse kom'

S vi krde lngs kusten, du och jag I din gamla bil.

Du satt brevid och tog bilder, men bilder r inget fr mig.

S kom igen d, med allt du har och lappa ihop mig bst du kan

Och kom igen d, med allt du har och lappa ihop mig bst du kan

Beneath all this surface there is something you will never see For I intend to hide it from you,

It's mine and it's never yours

You cry, I do not cry, it's like you do and if I do not do Five simple things will never be five simple things again

So come on then, with everything you have and patch me up the best you can

And come on then, with everything you have and patch me up the best you can

My sister came to visit her, dressed in white she said that 'Dad is sick'

'But has he not always been ill'

She did not laugh, said 'You must come This year, Lasse came'

So we drove along the coast, you and I in your old car.

You sat next to me and took pictures, but pictures are nothing to me.

So come on then, with everything you have and patch me up the best you can

And come on then, with everything you have and patch me up the best you can