[Instrumental]
Poem attached to the song:
The evening was grey and the river did not hesitate to show off its waves
As if it didn't want us to sail
But we never cared about what others said
We had to get in the cruise
The crowd was starting to diffuse
I wondered what were their plans for this trip
Even though I knew they weren’t as deep as yours, Angela
Two hours passed and we arrived in Uruguay
The weather in Montevideo was so cold that I knеw we were off-sеason
No one would interrupt our mission
You gave me permission to organize our schedule
With one condition: to respect your petition
We had our fun like we always did
The fanciest restaurant that could exist
The hotel closest to the sea
The highest room with the best drink
And the funniest part was that nobody knew that we were there
A secret that I so dearly kept
So, there we were, on the third day
Lost in Atlántida
You took a minute to sense the place
And, instantly, you knew the way
We were heading to what once was your house
The one you constantly talked about
You said it was the stage of the finest moments of your life
You said you were happier there than when you lived in France
Your marriage was still intact
Your kids were growing
You were nervous, which was new to me
All I could do was to quietly follow your lead
You clapped your hands and the current owner walked through the door
A blonde woman whose face was in shock
She knew who you were
She let us enter so gently it seemed like she forgot it was her own house now for a second
And as she told us about her life in the house – a story not as great as yours
Your face quickly turned into disappointment
Even if I wasn't alive the time lapse you lived there
I was sure you would never have it in that state
Like all the things you had to hand down
It lost its spark
Half an hour later, we went to Playa Mansa
Eating pastry two blocks away from the tragedy
The sand was still there
The water still waved
The beach is its own owner
What I learned from this is to never look back
A battle that I still have to fight
Now we have nothing but to keep on dreaming of Denmark
Your future husband from a small town near Copenhagen
And a house that you'll keep by yourself until your very last day
If it’s a metaphor or an actual prediction, I don't care –
Just know that I will be here anyway
Poem attached to the song:
The evening was grey and the river did not hesitate to show off its waves
As if it didn't want us to sail
But we never cared about what others said
We had to get in the cruise
The crowd was starting to diffuse
I wondered what were their plans for this trip
Even though I knew they weren’t as deep as yours, Angela
Two hours passed and we arrived in Uruguay
The weather in Montevideo was so cold that I knеw we were off-sеason
No one would interrupt our mission
You gave me permission to organize our schedule
With one condition: to respect your petition
We had our fun like we always did
The fanciest restaurant that could exist
The hotel closest to the sea
The highest room with the best drink
And the funniest part was that nobody knew that we were there
A secret that I so dearly kept
So, there we were, on the third day
Lost in Atlántida
You took a minute to sense the place
And, instantly, you knew the way
We were heading to what once was your house
The one you constantly talked about
You said it was the stage of the finest moments of your life
You said you were happier there than when you lived in France
Your marriage was still intact
Your kids were growing
You were nervous, which was new to me
All I could do was to quietly follow your lead
You clapped your hands and the current owner walked through the door
A blonde woman whose face was in shock
She knew who you were
She let us enter so gently it seemed like she forgot it was her own house now for a second
And as she told us about her life in the house – a story not as great as yours
Your face quickly turned into disappointment
Even if I wasn't alive the time lapse you lived there
I was sure you would never have it in that state
Like all the things you had to hand down
It lost its spark
Half an hour later, we went to Playa Mansa
Eating pastry two blocks away from the tragedy
The sand was still there
The water still waved
The beach is its own owner
What I learned from this is to never look back
A battle that I still have to fight
Now we have nothing but to keep on dreaming of Denmark
Your future husband from a small town near Copenhagen
And a house that you'll keep by yourself until your very last day
If it’s a metaphor or an actual prediction, I don't care –
Just know that I will be here anyway
( Aarn Jkullsson )
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