Texty

4 Letters in Stockholm
Richard Pachman

I walk the streets of Stockholm town,
Cobblestones beneath my shoes,
Golden light on Gamla Stan,
Every corner tells the news.

Boats are drifting through the blue,
Past the islands, calm and slow,
Sky so wide above the water,
Where the northern breezes blow.

I hear echoes in the air,
Old melodies everywhere,
Songs that never fade away
From another, brighter day.

Ref.
Four letters in the northern sky,
Four letters drifting softly by,
Hidden in the waves and wind,
In the songs the streets once sang.

I’m searching through the city’s glow,
For the sound we used to know,
All the memories shining through
Guess the name… you know it too.

Sailing past the scattered isles,
Silver water, endless view,
Looking up at skies of sapphire,
Every cloud a shade of blue.

Somewhere in the quiet breeze
There are traces left behind,
Of the music, of the laughter,
Of a young and careless time.

Footsteps echo down the lane,
Every chord returns again,
Like a whisper through the night
From a distant stage of light.

Ref.
Four letters in the northern sky,
Four letters drifting softly by,
Hidden in the waves and wind,
In the songs the streets once sang.

I’m searching through the city’s glow,
For the sound we used to know,
All the memories shining through
Guess the name… you know it too.

Dancing shadows, summer nights,
Voices rising in the light,
All the joy we used to share
Still is floating in the air.

Ref.:
4 Letters…