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Kristina Forsman/översättning av Neil Betterridge.

Komp år

1995/2006/2010

Besättning

blandad kör a capella

Durata

12 min 50 sek

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Ort

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Förlag

tonsättaren

Text: Kristina Forsman:

Hold me, behold me!

Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
Teardrops within me building torrents of years
Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
Tears that are too deep, sincere, too full to flow and be free
Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
Out through the shell of my fear, the virtually
unimpenetrable, ephemeral shell.
Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
As if the tears were formed of all of me.

Hold me, behold me!

What is a yearning, a longing
Other than a flight?
Other than flight?

Hold me, behold me!

What is a feeling worth
What is a notion worth
In this grotesque, burlesque and lonely world?

Hold me, behold me!

What is pleasure?
What is pain?
What is what?

Just swarming clumps of atoms?!

Hear me, behold me!
Hold me, behold me!

Ah how wounded my soul is, riven in darkened rooms
where reverie silent hides, in my loneliness

Touch me, see me, hear me,
Hold me, behold me

Joyful dare I now hardly ever be
Joy once was a friend who felt my need and hunger
and who I’ll never trust again.

Feel me!
Hold me, behold me!
Feel me, touch me, see me, hear me!
Hold me, behold me!

Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
Teardrops within me building torrents of years
Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
Tears that are too deep, sincere, too full to flow and be free
Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
Out through the shield, the severe and
virtually unimpenetrable, ephemeral shield
Teardrops, teardrops, teardrops…
As if the tears were formed of all of me.

Feel me, touch me, see me, hear me
Hold me, behold me!

Hold me…