Håkan Hellström - Fairytale of New York [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Tack så mycket
Tack för danserna
Tack för tårarna på kinderna
Och stjärnorna på himlarna
Jag undrar varför det inte snöar längre kring jul, förresten
Som jag minns det så var det alltid snö på julafton och sånt där när man...
Det kanske är en efterkonstruktion
Det spelar kanske inte så stor roll heller
Inte så länge man har Fairytale of New York
Och inte så länge man har Plura Jonsson

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've 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

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
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome, you were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
You howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner
And danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

You're a bum, you're a slut
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in the bed
You scum bag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

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 own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

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