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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Biton.AI
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Hen Reuveni Biton
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Hen Reuveni Biton
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Lyrics
The story begins with an umbrella
That I forgot on the bus, just like that
We were talking, time flew like propella
Your beauty had me frozen where I sat
We kept missing our stop on the track
I don't usually carry shade
Didn't want you getting wet in the rain
That's why plans were made
But in your town, the heat was insane
Which was perfectly okay, can't complain
That umbrella I left behind, I don't really mind
If it sits alone on that seat, or someone else did find
These questions I quietly repeat
Are truly about you, I find
You're who I care for, yet can't ask straight
While you're on my mind
And if tomorrow I should die
Don't judge me by my credit card or receipt
'Cause all I wanted to try
Was love, faith, appreciation sweet
All I wanted (and still do today)
To grow old by your side
So you're not alone on holiday
To always be there to provide
With umbrella or blanket to hide
Making sure you're never cold
Oh.. Don't wanna die alone
And if tomorrow I should go
At my funeral show
Hardly anyone would appear
No statue in town square would glow
My impact was so small, I fear
And you won't be there, though I want it so
That umbrella I left behind, I don't really mind
If it sits alone on that seat, or someone else did find
These questions I quietly repeat
Are truly about you, I find
You're who I care for, yet can't ask straight
While you're on my mind
Want us to age together slow
Till the end of time
Together we'll go, no solo
No suffering left behind
How I miss you so
Damn, how I miss you
Ah.. Damn, how I miss you though!
(Damn)
That umbrella I left behind, I don't really mind
If it sits alone on that seat, or someone else did find
These questions I quietly repeat
Are truly about you, I find
You're who I care for, yet can't ask straight
While you're on my mind
And if tomorrow I should die
Don't judge me by my credit card or receipt
'Cause all I wanted to try
Was love, faith, appreciation sweet.
Written by: Hen Reuveni Biton