Hanne Hukkelberg

Picking dry And crispy paint flakes Off a large, white Brick wall While I stare Out of my window. Stare at my neighbor's balcony. Old bullet holes. Behind wild botany. On the outside Of the penny marked Punks are selling Black and white fanzines. She

How do I put words about love On a piece of paper? Will a beloved let a cliché thrill him? Then should I dare present my love? La, la, la But on writing this I find it impossible That my beloved will misunderstand La, la, la 专辑:Little Things 歌手:Hann

Med svai rygg Og skjev nakke Bøyer de seg for meg Noen sÃ¥ vidt Andre til bakken Smiler et svakt Ã*rbødig farvel I gull og rødt Har de kledd seg Med øm røst Hvisker de til meg Det kiler i øret Hemmelighetene Ydmykt farvel Bygd til by, over sky

Boble av bomull Spinner rundt Med meg Inni seg Gjennomsiktig Sansene svimles Synet sløres Bobletid Hver detalj Blir større her Som snekrystallens Mange tær og Sirkelens mange Hjørnetenner 专辑:Little Things 歌手:Hanne Hukkelberg 歌曲:Boble

She was haunted by the dead but friendly ghosts As her helpers, they stayed as her hosts But the reason why she kept on was a fear for herself Yes, she was dangerous, she might Drink some wine Sing all night Mess up the yard Steal a man, rape his lov

I was a lovely hunter With just fingers and a palm I'd hunt a dust through a gentle breeze And grab it between the point and thumb I raised a dust, started the search The more I tried the harder it became But when I sat down, it fell into my hand I w

I am calm Mild and meek I often do Avoid to speak But my mouth says The words she likes I play the game She decides "Never ask at all time Keep it disguised Let no one know" Tell me, who gave you These rules? You never made no promise, boy Insid