Hei!
Endelig nærmer sommeren seg sakte men sikkert, og i den anledningen har jeg skrevet en sommertekst med melodi til.
Det er første gang jeg har gjort det på denne måten, men jeg håper resultatet faller i smak.
Melodien er i hovedsak ment for å bygge opp teksten og framheve handlingen.
Ha en fortsatt fin onsdag!
The summer is in the air.
The summer is right around the corner, the birds are singing and a bike is ringing.
With it's bell, like it has something to tell. Maybe it's a message in hurry or just to avoid worries.
Someone is walking by, they are lifting their hats to say hey. Smiles are exchanged and new relations has been made.
The bike is soon out of sight, as the sun keeps shining bright.
Many people are escaping to the sea, where the birds are feeling so free.
Look how high the birds can fly, it's almost like they can touch the sky.
Some visiter has brought snacks, others has just brought their big hats.
To keep the sun away, so the it won't touch their face.
A little boy is playing in the sand, he is holding a shovel in his hand.
He looks happy at his mother, before he keeps building the tower with his brother.
The tower has soon grown big, so now they only have the gate left to dig.
Maybe there are living a king inside, or maybe the tower has a treasure to hide.
No one will ever know, if they don't into the tower go.
With it's bell, like it has something to tell. Maybe it's a message in hurry or just to avoid worries.
Someone is walking by, they are lifting their hats to say hey. Smiles are exchanged and new relations has been made.
The bike is soon out of sight, as the sun keeps shining bright.
Many people are escaping to the sea, where the birds are feeling so free.
Look how high the birds can fly, it's almost like they can touch the sky.
Some visiter has brought snacks, others has just brought their big hats.
To keep the sun away, so the it won't touch their face.
A little boy is playing in the sand, he is holding a shovel in his hand.
He looks happy at his mother, before he keeps building the tower with his brother.
The tower has soon grown big, so now they only have the gate left to dig.
Maybe there are living a king inside, or maybe the tower has a treasure to hide.
No one will ever know, if they don't into the tower go.
Somewhere else in the city, a lady is walking down the street so pretty.
She is holding a phone in her hand, with just a few click she is calling her friend.
They starts talking, while she is walking, they laugh, they chats and soon she will not have any worries left.
Just around the corner there is a ice-bar with its owner, he smiles and says hey.
Before he offer her a ice cream to buy, he says; in this summer heat there is no way that you can deny it.
He is like usually, right, so she picks one ice cream with a colour so bright.
It has the colour of yellow and a taste of melon.
That is her favourite taste, so these five bucks was not a waste.
She is holding a phone in her hand, with just a few click she is calling her friend.
They starts talking, while she is walking, they laugh, they chats and soon she will not have any worries left.
Just around the corner there is a ice-bar with its owner, he smiles and says hey.
Before he offer her a ice cream to buy, he says; in this summer heat there is no way that you can deny it.
He is like usually, right, so she picks one ice cream with a colour so bright.
It has the colour of yellow and a taste of melon.
That is her favourite taste, so these five bucks was not a waste.
The clock is ticking, the hours goes on.
Many people is on their way home,
someone is traveling with each other, someone alone.
As the day walks by, the colour is changing in the sky.
Soon it has nearly started to turn red and now it's soon time to go to bed.
Many people is on their way home,
someone is traveling with each other, someone alone.
As the day walks by, the colour is changing in the sky.
Soon it has nearly started to turn red and now it's soon time to go to bed.
https://soundcloud.com/frida-sture-500191871/summer-is-in-the-air
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