Текст Håkan Hellström – Fairytale Of New York (Live)

Håkan:
Tack så mycket, tack för dansarna
Tack för tårarna på kinderna, och stjärnorna på himlarna
Jag undrar varför det inte snöar längre kring jul, förresten

Plura:
It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
«Won’t see another one»
And then he sang a song
«The Rare Old Mountain Dew»
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen-to-one
I got a feeling
This year’s for you and me
So happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

Håkan och Plura:
They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind blows right through you
It’s no place for the old

Växlande:
«You were handsome!» «You were pretty
Queen of New York City»
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

Håkan och Plura:
The boys of the NYPD Choir
Were singing «Galway Bay»
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day

Växlande:
«You’re a bum, you’re a punk»
«You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in the bed»
«You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, your arse
I pray God it’s our last»

Håkan och Plura:
The boys of the NYPD Choir
Were singing «Galway Bay»
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day

Växlande:
«I could have been someone»
«Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you»
«I kept them with me babe
I kept them with my arms
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you!»

Håkan och Plura:
The boys of the NYPD Choir
Were singing «Galway Bay»
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day