Abba - ett svenskt fenomen

 

Mina tonårs idoler av stora mått var Abba. Ett härligt band som levererade sin eget stuk på musik. Jag vet inte hur många gånger jag stod med hopprep och sjöng till deras fantastiska musik. Jag som blond var Agneta och granntjejen Kristina var Annefrid. Vi kunde alla låtar utantill och ändå kunde vi ingen engelska. På roliga timmen i lågstadiet tog man med sina fina skivor av vinyl som man sen spelade upp för klasskompisarna och det blev dans och sång för hela slanten.

 

Jag har en låt som har fastnat på sista tiden och som jag upptäckte mer när jag såg Mamma Mia filmen. Här kommer texten till denna:

Our Last Summer 

The summer air was soft and warm
the feeling right, the paris night
did it's best to please us
and strolling down the elysee
we had a drink in each cafe
and you
you talked of politics, philosophy and i
smiled like mona lisa
we had our chance
it was a fine and true romance

i can still recall our last summer
i still see it all
walks along the seine, laughing in the rain
our last summer
memories that remain

we made our way along the river
and we sat down in the grass
by the eiffel tower
i was so happy we had met
it was the age of no regret
oh yes
those crazy years, that was the time
of the flower-power
but underneath we had a fear of flying
of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
we took the chance
like we were dancing our last dance

i can still recall our last summer
{ From: http://www.elyrics.net }
i still see it all
in the tourist jam, round the notre dame
our last summer
walking hand in hand

paris restaurants
our last summer
morning croissants
living for the day, worries far away
our last summer
we could laugh and play

and now you're working in a bank
the family man, the football fan
and your name is harry
how dull it seems
yet you're the hero of my dreams

i can still recall our last summer
i still see it all
walks along the seine, laughing in the rain
our last summer
memories that remain
i can still recall our last summer
i still see it all
in the tourist jam, round the notre dame
our last summer
walking hand in hand
paris restaurants
our last summer
morning croissants
we were living for the day, worries far away...