Chans [English translation]

In the crowd outside

Late December, no snow

I follow after you

Through the lines

You stroke your fingers

Lightly against my cheek

And in a moment

Where everything stands still

Then I had a chance to say

Everything I never said

Then I had a chance to give you

Everything you never had

But I was a coward

There is a simple answer

You are warm when I am cold

You take up so little space

I take it all

I press my lips

Lightly against your neck

I ask are you crying:

You taste of salt

You gave me a chance to say

Everything I never said

You gave me a chance to give you

Everything I never gave you

Those small small words are the hard words

And the difficult words are the simple words

I had the chance, you gave me the chance

But now it is too late

Now it is too late

Those small small words are the hard words

And the difficult words are the simple words

I had the chance, you gave me the chance

But now it is too late

Now it is too late...

• Artist:Kent
• Album:B-Sidor 95-00