Letra de la canción en inglés

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS
by Abba

Schoolbag in hand,
She home in the early morning,
Waving goodbye,
With an absent-minded .
I watch her go
With a of that well-known sadness,
And I have to sit down for a while.

The feeling that
I'm her forever
And without really entering her world.
I'm glad whenever I can share her ,
That funny little girl.

Slipping through my fingers all the time,
I try to every minute,
The feeling in it.
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
Do I really see what's in her ?
Each time I think I'm close to knowing,
She keeps on .
Slipping through my fingers all the time.

in our eyes,
Her and me at the breakfast table,
Barely .
I let precious time go by.
Then when she's gone,
There's that melancholy feeling,
And a sense of guilt I can't deny.

What happened to the wonderful adventures,
The places I had planned for us to ?
Well, some of that we did,
But we didn't.
And why, I just don't know.

Slipping through my fingers all the time,
I try to every minute,
The feeling in it.
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
Do I really see what's in her ?
Each time I think I'm close to knowing,
She keeps on .
Slipping through my fingers all the time.

Sometimes I wish that
I could the picture,
And save it
From the funny of time.

Slipping through my fingers.
Slipping through my fingers all the time.

Schoolbag in hand,
She home in the early morning,
Waving goodbye,
With an absent-minded .