Lampshade

Fjaril

Lampshade


There was a little girl 
So tiny and petite 
All dressed in black and sorrow songs 
She lived among the beasts 
Crawled and begged to share in their feast 
A tiny piece of petal scrap 
But nothing was she offered 
So she lived on the infrequent kisses of the wind 
All dressed up in ropes and tears 
They kept her to the ground 

Ũ lilla flickan min 
Kom, stanna inte kvar 
Sprid ut kl䮮ingen 
Lyft upp ?en 
Titta nu vad fin du 䲍
Du 䲠en drotning du 
I silke och pergament 
Sprid ut vingarna 
Solen dig genomfly 
Jag skall lyfta dig mot sky 

But that little girl 
So tied up in those ropes 
She twisted and turned 
They?d only burn her thin and delicate skin 
The wind would soothe her wounds 
And lift her spirit up to the moon 
But then one day 
Like lightning from the sky 
With feathers made of fire 
Would land beside her a gentleman offering a kiss 
And he would wrap around that girl 
Just like a fire 
And burn away the ropes 

Oh sky dancer 
Come and dance with me 
You are a bird of summer winds and lightness 
My feathers made with fire 
Dance and fly high 
So come and share this dance with me in the sky