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The Visitors
Head Over Heels
When All Is Said And Done
Soldiers
I Let The Music Speak
One Of Us
Two For The Price Of One
Slipping Through My Fingers
Like An Angel Passing Through My Room

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АББА - The Visitors
I hear the door-bell ring and
Suddenly the panic takes me
The sound so ominously tearing through the silence
I cannot move, I'm standing
Numb and frozen
Among the things I love so dearly
The books, the paintings and the furniture
Help me

The signal's sounding once again
And someone tries the door-knob
None of my friends would be so stupidly impatient
And they don't dare to come here
Anymore now
But how I loved our secret meetings
We talked and talked in quiet voices
Smiling

Now I hear them moving
Muffled noises coming
Through the door I feel I'm
Crackin' up
Voices growing louder
Irritation building
And I'm close to fainting
Crackin' up
They must know by now I'm
In here trembling in a
Terror evergrowing
Crackin' up
My whole world is falling
Going crazy there is
No escaping now I'm
Crackin' up

These walls have witnessed all the
Anguish of humiliation
And seen the hope of freedom glow in shining faces
And now they've come to take me
Come to break me
And yet it isn't unexpected
I have been waiting for these visitors
Help me

I have been waiting for these visitors

АББА - Like An Angel Passing Through My Room
Long awaited darkness falls
Casting shadows on the walls
In the twilight hour I am alone
Sitting near the fireplace
Dying embers warm my face
In this peaceful solitude
All the outside world subdued
Everything comes back to me again
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room

Half awake and half in dreams
Seeing long forgotten scenes
So the present runs into the past
Now and then become entwined
Playing games within my mind
Like the embers as they die
Love was one prolonged goodbye
And it all comes back to me tonight
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room

I close my eyes
And my twilight images go by
All too soon
Like an angel passing through my room

АББА - I Let The Music Speak
I'm hearing images
I'm seeing songs
No poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me
Straight to my heart
So strange
Yet we're so well acquainted
I let the music speak
With no restrains
I let my feelings take over
Carry my soul away
Into the world
Where beauty meets
The darkness of the day

Where my mind is like an open window
Where the high and healing winds blow
From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
I let them take me

(better wake me)
(and I'm glad you) (let 'em take me)
Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce
If it makes me laugh
For a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart
Speaking to a heart
Let it be a cry

Some streets are emptiness
Dry leaves of autumn
Rustling down an old alley
And in the dead of night
I find myself
A blind man
In some ancient valley
I let the music speak
Leading me gently
Urging me like a lover
Leading me on the way
Into a place
Where beauty will
Defeat the darkest day

Where I'm one with every grand illusion
No disturbance, no intrusion
Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me
I let them use me
(an illusion)
(no disturbance)
(no intrusion)

Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce
If it makes me laugh
For a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart
Speaking to a heart
Let it be a cry
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart
Speaking to a heart
Let it be a cry

Let it be the joy of each new sunrise
Or the moment when a day dies
I surrender without reservation
No explanations
No questions why
I take it to me
And let it flow through me
Yes, I let the music speak
I let the music speak

АББА - One Of Us
They passed me by
All of those great romances
You were, I felt
Robbing me
Of my rightful chances
My picture clear
Everything seemed so easy
And so I dealt you the blow
One of us had to go
Now it's different
I want you to know

One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead (no one else is achin' with a heart that's breakin')
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

I saw myself
As a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away
From the heat and the action
Just like a child
Stubborn and misconceiving
That's how I started the show
One of us had to go
Now I've changed
And I want you to know

Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead (no one else is achin' with a heart that's breakin')
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing