Butterflies begin,
from having been another,
As a child is born,
from being in a mother's womb,
But how many times,
have you wished you were some other;
Some other than who you are.
Yet who's to say that if
all were uncovered,
You will like what you see;
You can only be you,
as I can only be me.
Flowers can not bloom,
until it is their season,
As we would not be here,
unless it was our destiny,
But how many times,
have you wished to be in spaces,
Times, places than what you were.
Yet who's to say with
unfamiliar faces,
You could any more be;
Loving you that you'd see,
You can only be you,
as I can only be me.
Tekst: "I Can Only Be Me" av Stevie Wonder
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SvarSlettPS! Eg var hermegås og herma etter teljaren på bloggen din :$
SvarSlettOh my god!! Då er eg ikkje lenger den einaste i verda som har den, med andre ord??
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Dessverre :(
SvarSlettKos deg heime! :D
Har hørt på denne sangen mange ganger, men aldri egentlig lagt merke til teksten. Så fin den er! Så viktig og så riktig - og så vanskelig...
SvarSlett"But how many times,
have you wished you were some other...
Flowers can not bloom,
until it is their season,
As we would not be here,
unless it was our destiny...
You can only be you,
as I can only be me."
:)
Samme her! Det var ein av dei eg hoppa over litt på Eva Cassidy CD-en for å komme til dei sangane eg likte betre, men så hørte eg på den CD-en igjen her om dagen, og vart plutseleg merksam på den nydelege teksten :-)
SvarSlett... Og dei partia du trakk fram der, er dei som treff meg mest :)
Eg må nok skuffe deg.........
SvarSlettEg har også tatt stjelt telleren din!
OMG - konspirasjon!
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