Paroles de O'Stockholm

O' Stockholm Pale and White The year is slipping Out of sight Frozen waters Icy roads Swapped for the winter. O' Stockholm Pale and blue How much warmth I feel for you. Water: The sudden rush and temptation Of drizzle on my window To go out and swim in the streets With you. To turn the world into Venice To let the water shrink me Let me float in my umbrella boat With you. I can see the rain clouds emptying Little needles leaning to the left Of you. And high they fly like burst balloons Running to the moon For an airless rest With you. I'll slip on the deck of the fishing trawler Wearing comical yellow There's fishtails going off like mousetraps, Nets so many holes yet prisons Me just in it simply for The water. The faces of mountains Cut with white blood Stampeding stallions of foam For you. To hoof shaped pools The sparkle of imaginary jewels That the magician that the Sun is creates.