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I pace the length of my unmade room
In times of change
My bags are packed
Guess I’m leaving the womb
Into the rain

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Oh, have we come to the point of no turning back

Trebuie sa recunosc, in timpul concertului nu am fost atat de emotionata, desi am savurat fiecare clipa. Acum, insa, ma apuca nostalgia si regretul. Stiu ca baietii au cantat de nenumarate ori si-si stiau bucata pe de rost, dar vocea lui Morten a sunat sincera – „Thank you for the 25 years! A quarter of a century!” – nu doar ei o parte din viata noastra, ci si noi o parte din viata lor. Fara indoiala, a-ha stie sa faca spectacol, dar, cel mai important, a-ha stie sa atinga punctul acela sensibil din inima oricarui fan. Sa-l auzi pe Mags strigand „The last chance in history!!!” e halucinant. In fond, de asta am cumparat biletele, dar nu am realizat-o pana cand nu am auzit-o clar si raspicat. Imi era foarte dor de sunetul lor, dar acum ma roade putin gandul ca nu vor mai canta live impreuna. Iar separat, nu stiu cum o duc Paul si Magne, dar Morten nu are cantece prea interesante. Combinatia e tot secretul lor. Din fericire, nu cred ca ma voi plictisi vreodata de melodiile mai vechi.

Acum imi dau seama, aproape m-am simtit acasa, parte din multimea extaziata. Cand au urlat „LONDON” pe scena, am stiut ca e vorba despre noi. Traiesc de doua luni aici, si nici macar nu in orasul respectiv, dar deja nu ma mai simt turist. Inca fac fotografii oriunde merg, dar nu ma mai gandesc sa cumpar vederi sau suveniruri.

Ma intreb daca voi gasi alt concert care sa ma entuziasmeze in halul asta. Stiu ca o saptamana nu m-am putut concentra la lucru din cauza ca era cat pe-aci sa nu mergem. Pot spune ca, in sfarsit, am fost si noi la un concert adevarat.

 

Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head
And an ocean between us
And room in my bed?
Have I come to the point where I’m loosing the grip
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things?

I Try To Wake Up
But Something’s Breaking
Here Inside Me
Deep And Hollow
A Sound That No Other Sound Could Follow

Who’s gonna ride your wild horses?
Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses?
Who’s gonna fall at the foot of thee?

Who’s gonna ride your wild horses?
Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who’s gonna taste your salt water kisses?
Who’s gonna take the place of me?

It’s the weight below us
And our fate before us
Like a rolling thunder
Rolling up from under
Don’t ever leave this way
I know it’s getting
harder, but hey
If your world should crumble, yeah
And the rain gets in
Running through your skin
Soaking you outside in

The rain … see it falling
But I don’t know how
long it will be
Until the storm is over
I’ll wait
I will

Like the years of silence
To the growing violence
Like a rolling thunder
Rolling up from under
Don’t ever leave me this way
Wait a little longer, yeah, stay
Through all the night
I tumble, yeah
When the rain comes in
I will shed my skin
Losing it from within

See the rain … it’s falling
But I won’t be leaving your side
Until all is over
I’ll wait
I will

So many lifetimes you’ve
been waiting for it
All through the good times
When you tried to ignore it
You hesitate
It’s come too late
You hear the sound
Of when wheels engage

When the rain comes in
I will shed my skin
Losing it from within

A-ha, Rolling Thunder

Angel, angel or so
Wherever you may go
Yeah...
I'll follow
Wherever you may go:

And always will I be there
Shake worries from your hair
Yeah...
I'll be there
Always:

Angel, angel or so
Wherever you may go
Yeah...
I'll follow
Wherever you may go:

You're my angel in the snow...

The soft rains of April are over
The soft rains of April are over, over

Anybody home now
I am on the phone now, please…

The soft rains of April are over
The ferry across the water to Dover, over

Anybody home now
I am on the phone, oh I’d like to go back
Is it raining back home?
I’m so alone

Just got up today
And my thoughts are miles away
With you

Well, they gave me four years
Three more to go
Keep writing letters
Time’s passing so slow

The soft rains of April are over
The soft rains of April are over
Over….

***A-Ha, cu versurile lor banale…***

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