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Översätt då detta till mig så blir jag glad:)

”Echoes start as a cross in you, Trembling noises that come to soon. Spatial movement which seems to you, Resonating your mask or feud. Hollow  talking and hollow girl, Force it up from the root of pain.

Never said it was good, never said it was near, Shadow rises and you are  here.

And then you cut; You cut it out, And everything Goes back to the  beginning.

Silence seizes a cluttered room, Light is shed not a breath too soon. Darkness rises in all you do, Standing and drawn across the room. Spatial  movements are butterflies Shadows scatter without a fire.

There’s never been bad, there has always been truth, Muted whisper of the  things she’ll move.

And then you cut; You cut it out. And everything Goes back to the  beginning.

Never said it was good, never said it was new, Muted whisper of the things  you feel.”

Undrar du vad det är från? Jo, filmmusiken från min favvoserie ”Bron” som rullar på TVn nu på Söndagarna.

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//Big Papa