Mach ich passend

Ich liebe das Mamma Mia Musical, ich glaube, dass kam auf diesem Blog schon öfter vor, dass ich dieses erwähnt habe. Ein Lied mag ich sehr.

„Slipping through my fingers“

Doch es geht da um Mutter und Tochter, sie singt davon, wie schnell die Zeit vergeht und wie schnell man erwachsen wird. Mich berührt dieses Lied schon, aber da wirklich mitreden kann ich eben nicht, habe ich ich doch einfach keine Kinder.

Deswegen habe ich meinem schauderhaften Englisch einfach mal den Text umgeschrieben.

Denn die Gefühle sind die gleichen. Und wer sagt, dass ich diese Sachen nicht trotzdem verstehen?

Diary in my hand, I am reading quiet in the early morning
Thinking of all with an absent-minded smile
I hear the birds singing their dreams to the coming sun
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I’m losing me forever
And without really entering my world
I’m glad whenever I can live my life
That funny little dream

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s i am dreaming
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
But sometimes they leaving
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Tears in myeyes, hope and me in my dreaming head
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then my dreams fall there’s that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny
What happened to the wonderful creativ ideas
The dreames I had planned for me to do
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that I think I did but most to scared
And why I just don’t know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
But sometimes they leaving
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the moments
And save it from the funny tricks of life
Slipping through my fingers…

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Diary in my hand, I am reading quiet in the early morning
Thinking of all with an absent-minded smile