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Chris De Burgh The Storyman

Oversættelse: Chris de Burgh. Den Storyman.

: She had the grace of a dancer, pretty as the morning sun, Her days were filled with laughter, and when sixteen years had come, She went to work in

: Silently dawn comes in with the rain, and I feel the world is crying, The moment is here, and it's time to say goodbye; Words cannot tell of all you

: I can feel it in my blood, I can hear it in my footsteps, I can see it all around, that everywhere connections Are breaking away, and people know that

: Brother, there's a man at the gate, he has something in his hand; He says it fell down from the sky, should I let him in? Maybe it's an omen, maybe

: I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes, I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes, I have heard it, I have heard it in my father

There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war; For the girl in the photograph

I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes, I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes, I have heard it, I have heard it in my father

I was an eagle but I cannot fly, I was a lion, but I run no more, I was a river, but the river's dry, And soon the spirit is coming to take me home;