(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

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 restraints
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

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 all 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

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