Текст песни фон карлсон - нг

In the city of Stockholm
On the high roof
In the little closet
Where the mice scratch
Where the cats are fighting
And the wind walks
He lived the most miserable
The man in the world.
Carlson couldn't fly
But I wanted to become someone else.
He didn’t have a dime for his soul,
But how could he entertained the Kid.
He went down the rope
To get to the kid on the ledge.
He had to risk himself
To think Baby
That he can fly.
That's how it was
All really
Just hear the truth
People did not want to.
Nobody cares about someone else’s misfortune,
And the unfortunate Carlson ranks grow!