Mellan husen och makten - Uno Svenningsson

Klockan den ringer kvart i fem

Golvet frsvinner dr under din sng

Barnen sover och mrker inte dina steg

Du lngtar redan efter stunden tillsammans

Hnfull och kall

Klockan vntar p dig

Den ser din vandring genom vardagen igen

Dr du funderar p om det verkligen finns

Ngot bortom all stress och alla dda maskiner

Mellan husen och makten

Finns det ingen som hr dina steg

Mellan husen och skratten

R stigarna s krokiga

Utan dig str allting still

Du r samhllets ryggrad

Solen den stiger och modet med den

En klapp p axeln det blir snart fredag igen

Du gr och tnker p tider som ingen vet ngot om

Ngot bortom all stress och alla dda maskiner

Mellan husen och makten

Finns det ingen som hr dina steg

Mellan husen och skratten

R stigarna s krokiga

Utan dig str allting still

Du r samhllets ryggrad

Du drmmer dig bort fr att hitta en plats i solen

Dr du kan vila dina trtta ftter igen

Men du vaknar upp med alla rkningar i din hand

Cirkeln r sluten lngt ifrn alla besluten

Mellan husen och makten

Finns det ingen som hr dina steg

Mellan husen och skratten

R stigarna s krokiga

Utan dig str allting still

Du r samhllets ryggrad

Vr kmpande vn gr upp igen

En ny dag vntar

Klockan ringer kvart i fem

The clock strikes a quarter to five

The floor disappears under your sleep

The children are asleep and do not notice your steps

You're already longing for time together

Hnefull and cold

The watch is waiting for you

It sees your walk through everyday life again

Dr. you are wondering if it really exists

Something beyond all the stress and all the old machines

Between the houses and power

Is there no one to hear your steps

Between the houses and the laughter

R the paths are crooked

Without you, everything is still

You are the backbone of society

The sun rises and courage with it

A pat on the back, it will soon be Friday again

You cry and think at times that no one knows anything about

Something beyond all the stress and all the old machines

Between the houses and power

Is there no one to hear your steps

Between the houses and the laughter

R the paths are crooked

Without you, everything is still

You are the backbone of society

You dream away to find a place in the sun

Dr. you can rest your tired feet again

But you wake up with all the calculations in your hand

The circle is closed long before all the decisions

Between the houses and power

Is there no one to hear your steps

Between the houses and the laughter

R the paths are crooked

Without you, everything is still

You are the backbone of society

Our struggling friend rises again

A new day awaits

The clock strikes a quarter to five