Stefan Larsson & The Three Man Combo X On Your Grave
“You won't be able to sing those songs. You won't be able to make them sing along.
Who's gonna hear it, who's gonna hear it now?”
Take a look at your grave. There's an X on the sign instead of your name.
You must have done some thing that’s bad, my brother.
“Take a look at yourself”, you'd say, “are you sure that someone shows when you go someday? You will do some bad things too, I know you, I know you”.
What happened to the sad eyed ladies dressed in black, leaving a single rose?
What happened to the klezmer band that read my lips and cry?
I know you, I know you.
Oh, what a feeling, you close your eyes and dance in the shadows,
Oh, that time will come
– inevitably.
“Sch”, you say, “sch”.
“Shame on you for the things you say, but never do.
And this is when you know that they'll forgive you.
Take a look where the seagulls fly. It might seem strange and you might ask why.
But they will show the way to the ocean, and I know you miss it.”
What happened to the klezmer band that played a tune to bid you a last farewell?
What happened to the sad eyed ladies that kiss my lips and cry?
I know you. I know you.
Oh, what a feeling, you close your eyes and dance in the shadows.
Oh, that time will come.
“You won't be able to sing those songs, you won't be able to make them sing along,
who's gonna hear it, who's gonna hear it now?”
- Inevitably.
