Vi som gråter - Razika

Eg kan ikkje si at formen er fin

Liggar på sengen min

Med jakke og sko på

Kvelden i forveien var ikkje så bra

Ta meg tilbake en dag for då var det mer å føle på

Kordan kan himmelen være så blå på en dag som denne

Eg ska si deg en ting eg ikkje kan forstå

Eg kan ikkje føle smerte

Noe sier meg at eg tok feil

Eg ville høre alt du tenkte om ting

Og du synes nok at eg var grei

Men dette gir oss ikkje rom for tolkning

Vi går rundt og vi går over

Og vi hatar de som ikkje kan forstå

At vi er sint og at vi gråtar

For vi tror vi er så ulik andre

Vi går rundt og vi går over

Og vi hatar de som ikkje kan forstå

At vi er sint og at vi gråtar

For vi tror vi er så ulik andre

I gaten kor eg bor er det ingen som smilar

Begynner å bli klar for gode nye tidar

I gaten kor eg bor der lagar ingen lyder

Begynner å bli klar for gode nye tidar

Og du tenkte nok at eg va straight

Men no vil eg ikkje bli her mere

Her er noe før eg går min vei

Gi meg sjansen til å formulere

Vi går rundt og vi går over

Og vi hatar de som ikkje kan forstå

At vi er sint og at vi gråtar

For vi tror vi er så ulik andre

Vi går rundt og vi går over

Og vi hatar de som ikkje kan forstå

At vi er sint og at vi gråtar

For vi tror vi er så ulik andre

I can not say that the shape is nice

Lying on my bed

With jacket and shoes on

The night before was not so good

Take me back one day because then there was more to feel

Kordan, the sky can be as blue on a day like this

I'll tell you something I can not understand

I can not feel pain

Something tells me I was wrong

I wanted to hear everything you thought about things

And you probably think I was okay

But this does not give us room for interpretation

We walk around and we cross

And we hate those who can not understand

That we are angry and that we are crying

Because we think we are so different from others

We walk around and we cross

And we hate those who can not understand

That we are angry and that we are crying

Because we think we are so different from others

In the street where I live, no one smiles

Starting to get ready for good new times

In the street where I live there makes no noise

Starting to get ready for good new times

And you probably thought I was straight

But now I do not want to stay here anymore

Here's something before I go my way

Give me the chance to formulate

We walk around and we cross

And we hate those who can not understand

That we are angry and that we are crying

Because we think we are so different from others

We walk around and we cross

And we hate those who can not understand

That we are angry and that we are crying

Because we think we are so different from others