Минусовка «ABBA – Slipping Through My Fingers».

 

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I’m losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

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. She keeps on growing.
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table,
Barely awake, I let precious time go by.
Then when she’s gone there’s that odd melancholy feeling,
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny.
What happened to the wonderful adventures?
The places I had planned for us to go.
Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t,
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. She keeps on growing.
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...