Ulf Lundell — S:t Monica song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "S:t Monica" by Ulf Lundell.
Lyrics
Solen slr igenom molnen
Som en himmelsk hr
Den lyser rtt igenom den dr
Klnningen som du br
Jag vill hyra ett hus
P en kulle I Toscana
Och se dej simma dr I poolen I
Bikini och bandana
Ohh oh oh oh
Du ser ut som jag vill kyssa dej 4ggr
Ohh oh oh oh
Hela natten lng
Jag har ditt foto p vggen bredvid
Neal Cassady och Jack Kerouac
Varje morgon str jag dr och ler
Och sjer: Tack tack tack!
Jag har varit verallt
I Paris och Panama
Men jag har aldrig mtt s bra
Som I S: t Monica
Ooooh ooohh ohhh ooohhh
Det are bara nollor som are lskade av alla
Sa Bogey, men jag are inte sker p
Att han rknade in dej I det
Se p byggjobbarna dr
Ramlar nstan ner frn huset
Nr du gr frbi
Hr hur dom tjuter som vargar dom med
Oh ohh oohh ohhh
Skriver jag om en synl are det alltid
Nn engd djvel som
Knner igen sej, sa Piraten
Vad jag n skriver om idag
Grs jag till kvinnohatare av bara farten
Men jag ger fan I litteraturen
Jag har ett levande liv
Och S: t Monica are kultiverad
Som ett rtt stt vin
Oohh oohh oohh ohhh
Du ser ut som jag vill kyssa dej…
Lyrics translation
The sun slr through the clouds
Like a heavenly hr
It shines right through it dr
Klnningen as you br
I want to rent a house
P a hill in Tuscany
And watch you swim dr in the pool in
Bikini and bandana
Ohh oh oh oh
You look like I want to kiss you 4GG
Ohh oh oh oh
All night lng
I have your photo on the wall next door
Neal Cassady and Jack Kerouac
Every morning i str dr and smile
And sjer: Thank you thank you thank you!
I've been really busy
In Paris and Panama
But I've never mtt's good
As in St. Monica
Ooooh ooohh ohhh ooohhh
There are only losers who are loved by everyone
Sa Bogey, but I are not happening p
That he got you into it
See the construction workers dr
Falling almost from the House
No you gr frbi
How they howl like wolves with
Oh ohh oohh ohhh
I synl are always
NN engd djvel as
Knner again sej, said The Pirate
What I'm writing about today
Grs I to misogynist of just the speed
But I don't give a damn about literature
I have a living life
And St. Monica is cultivated
Like a right wine
Oohh oohh oohh ohhh
You look like I want to kiss you…