Du behøver ikke drømme om den mere Claus Hempler, for du har fået skrevet en sang, der i dén grad er lige så fantastisk som du beskriver den. Tak for den. Jeg aner ikke hvorfor, men den hjemsøger mig og bringer dug i øjenkrogen. Den kan noget helt specielt. Genialt
Dansk Engelsk I dream of a song like Childhood summers without rain and thunder Where the sky is clear, And where everything that used to be wrong is okay Where the colors harmonize with The wallpaper and matches with the tie and shirt I dream of a song completely without you I dream of a song, There 'straight on and hard through the smoke from the tobacco There 'clearly as a blotter in the park with the point ready under the coat I dream of a song as one Ankle kick in the crotch and a whiplash in the neck A song that 'written without thinking about you And you ask 'where it's going You know where it's In the end, there is always A luggage to carry I dream of a song as restless as the westerly wind across the fjord There is shaking in the wildly fabled sheets hung on the clothesline Fluttering ideas flutter like never before on the ground A song that flutters around in a tangle of wild paths with the wind in its hair A song that reaches all the way into the living room like a horny hand up her thigh A song that 'written without thinking about you And you ask 'where it's going You know where it's In the end, there is always A luggage to carry And one day it's all Just something that maybe Once upon a time there should have been It was as it was I dream of a song with cross-stitch embroidered gold grains in the lining The truth always holds out in outstretched arms if you take it at face value A song that can stand on its own when the writer has gone under the table I dream of a song, Where the story is fabricated and the intrigue is the poem And a possible resemblance to real people, totally unintentional I dream of a song with an effect like twenty milligrams of benzene A song that overflows with beeps, balloon swings and cheap laughs A song that forgot all about the feeling of your hand woven into mine A song written without thinking about you And you ask 'where it's going You know where it's In the end, there is always A luggage to carry And one day it's all Just something that maybe Once upon a time there should have been It was as it was
The rainwater drifts Down on my arm I'm alive The phone is ringing The tube is cold in the hand I'm alive Crying Puts my hand Towards my neck I'm alive The gate slams The cars whiz behind the wall I'm alive My clothes are dirty The water is boiling I'm alive Longing for your voice It's not here Bumps against the table I'm alive Can remember the smell In his apartment The wind at the station by the harbor I'm alive Finds old poems Letter memories 10 years 8 years 7 years 1 year I'm alive Writing for office The milk is sour I'm crying I'm alive Crying Live
Årets danske album 2019 - intet mindre. Amen!
I m French and I like this song! It remembers me Danmark. Cool country and cool people.
Like the french 💪🙌
Just discovered Claus thanks to a streaming mix. What a great musician and singer he is.
Lige i hjertet.
Så meget sjæl og mørk poesi.
Elsker det.
Fantastisk, som hver gang! En af mine yndlingssange af Claus Hempler.
Du behøver ikke drømme om den mere Claus Hempler, for du har fået skrevet en sang, der i dén grad er lige så fantastisk som du beskriver den. Tak for den. Jeg aner ikke hvorfor, men den hjemsøger mig og bringer dug i øjenkrogen. Den kan noget helt specielt. Genialt
Stor lyrik ! Skrevet af voksne for voksne.
Danmarks bedste sangskriver
Nah. Simon Kvamm og Andreas Odbjerg er også deroppe.
Hvorfor har jeg først opdaget denne her nu? Intet mindre end fantastisk
Wauw for et mesterværk
Hold nu kæft, en fed sang.. tak, Claus!
Sådan Hempler. Konge sang
Wauw! Bare wauw ❤️
det er sateme et godt nummer.
Hvordan kan Kongen sidde og gnaske tyggegummi til dette? Er det omvendt majestætsfornærmelse?
Smukt ❤️
amazing song
Lars anderkender ❤
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No idea what he is saying but i love it
Dansk
Engelsk
I dream of a song like Childhood summers without rain and thunder Where the sky is clear, And where everything that used to be wrong is okay Where the colors harmonize with The wallpaper and matches with the tie and shirt I dream of a song completely without you I dream of a song, There 'straight on and hard through the smoke from the tobacco There 'clearly as a blotter in the park with the point ready under the coat I dream of a song as one Ankle kick in the crotch and a whiplash in the neck A song that 'written without thinking about you And you ask 'where it's going You know where it's In the end, there is always A luggage to carry I dream of a song as restless as the westerly wind across the fjord There is shaking in the wildly fabled sheets hung on the clothesline Fluttering ideas flutter like never before on the ground A song that flutters around in a tangle of wild paths with the wind in its hair A song that reaches all the way into the living room like a horny hand up her thigh A song that 'written without thinking about you And you ask 'where it's going You know where it's In the end, there is always A luggage to carry And one day it's all Just something that maybe Once upon a time there should have been It was as it was I dream of a song with cross-stitch embroidered gold grains in the lining The truth always holds out in outstretched arms if you take it at face value A song that can stand on its own when the writer has gone under the table I dream of a song, Where the story is fabricated and the intrigue is the poem And a possible resemblance to real people, totally unintentional I dream of a song with an effect like twenty milligrams of benzene A song that overflows with beeps, balloon swings and cheap laughs A song that forgot all about the feeling of your hand woven into mine A song written without thinking about you And you ask 'where it's going You know where it's In the end, there is always A luggage to carry And one day it's all Just something that maybe Once upon a time there should have been It was as it was
@@jacobchristiansen868 wow thank you!!!
The rainwater drifts Down on my arm I'm alive The phone is ringing The tube is cold in the hand I'm alive Crying Puts my hand Towards my neck I'm alive The gate slams The cars whiz behind the wall I'm alive My clothes are dirty The water is boiling I'm alive Longing for your voice It's not here Bumps against the table I'm alive Can remember the smell In his apartment The wind at the station by the harbor I'm alive Finds old poems Letter memories 10 years 8 years 7 years 1 year I'm alive Writing for office The milk is sour I'm crying I'm alive Crying Live
@@metaloper amazing! Just heard it for the first time♥️ Love Denmark -and Danish songs and poetry ♥️
@@jacobchristiansen868 fantastisk♥️ Lige hørt den for første gang🌺
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qué linda canción che!
Pernille. Rosenkrrans
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