Gabrielle Leithaug "Løkken" lyrics

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Løkken

Du faller fra meg som sand mellom fingreneKorn for kornMens du pakker sammen tingene (x2)

Men nøden lærer naken kvinne å spinneSå eg regner medEtter ti tapE' det tid for å vinne

Ja, nøden lærer naken kvinne å spinneSå eg regner medEtter ti tapE' det tid for å vinne

Du faller fra meg (x7)

Du faller fra meg som sand mellom fingreneKorn for kornMens du klipper av meg vingene (x2)

Men eg kjenner løkkenSom strammer, strammerRundt halsenI det du tar første stegUt av valsen

Eg kjenner løkkenSom strammer, strammerRundt halsenI det du tar første stegUt av valsen

Du faller fra meg som sand mellom fingreneKorn for kornMens du pakker sammen tingene

Du faller fra meg som sand mellom fingreneKorn for kornMens du klipper av meg vingene

Men nøden lærer naken kvinne å spinneSå eg regner medEtter ti tapE' det tid for å vinne

Ja, nøden lærer naken kvinne å spinneSå eg regner medEtter ti tapE' det tid for å vinne

Etter ti tapE' det tid for å vinne

Eg pleide siDu har et hjerte lagd av gullMen du e' råtten, mannDitt hjerte e' av kull (x2)

Eg kjenner løkkenSom strammer, strammerRundt halsenI det du tar første stegUt av valsen (x2)

The Noose

You're slipping from me, like sand slipping through my fingersLittle by little (grain by grain)While you're packing up the things

But necessity is the mother of invention1So I expectAfter ten lossesIt is time for a win

Yes, necessity is the mother of inventionSo I expectAfter ten lossesIt is time for a win

You're slipping from me

You're slipping from me, like sand slipping through my fingersLittle by little (grain by grain)While you're packing up the things

But I recognize (the feeling of) the nooseAs it tightens, firmsAround the neckAs you take the first stepOut of the waltz

I recognize (the feeling of) the nooseAs it tightens, firmsAround the neckAs you take the first stepOut of the waltz

You're slipping from me, like sand slipping through my fingersLittle by little (grain by grain)While you're packing up the things

You're slipping from me, like sand slipping through my fingersLittle by little (grain by grain)While you're packing up the things

But necessity is the mother of inventionSo I expectAfter ten lossesIt is time for a win

Yes, necessity is the mother of inventionSo I expectAfter ten lossesIt is time for a win

After ten lossesIt is time for a win

I used to say (that)You have a golden heartBut you are rotten, manYour heart is made of coal

I recognize (the feeling of) the nooseAs it tightens, firmsAround the neckAs you take the first stepOut of the waltz

Here one can find the English lyrics of the song Løkken by Gabrielle Leithaug. Or Løkken poem lyrics. Gabrielle Leithaug Løkken text in English. Also can be known by title Lokken (Gabrielle Leithaug) text. This page also contains a translation, and Lokken meaning.