Chans [English translation]

In the crowd, outside

Late december, no snow

I follow you

through the line

You brush your fingers

softly against my cheek

And when the moment comes

where everything stand still

I get the chance to say

all the words I never said

and the chance to give you

everything you never had

But I'm too afraid

There is a simple answer

Whenever you're hot, I'm cold

You take no space

I take it all

I press my lips

lightly against your neck

I ask "are those tears?"

You taste like salt

You gave me the chance to say

all the words I never said

You gave me the chance to give you

everything I never gave you

The words that should be simple, are the hard ones

and the harsch ones, they are the simple ones

I had the chance, you gave me the chance

but now it's too late

It's too late...

The words that should be simple, are the hard ones

and the harsch ones, they are the simple ones

I had the chance, you gave me the chance

but now it's too late

It's too late...

• Artist:Kent
• Album:B-Sidor 95-00