fredag 21 augusti 2009

The Final Night

We were again back on the rooftop. We hung out with the other swedes who rented an apartment-hotel in east village owned by Hare Krishna. It was a really nice night, a thunderstorm was going on in the distance and we counted the flashes beyond the skyscrapers. A guy who had been walking around on the roof for a while sat down and spoke to us. The man left and we were beginning to feel a bit drowsy, it was really late. Or early.

Jacob(man in black): Well perhaps it's time to go to bed now.
Johan:Frida, what do you say, shall we hit the road?






The text is lyrics from the song 747 by Kent. They have made an english version o the song also, but as always most songs are best in their original language. English version

4 kommentarer:

Frida Ulvegren sa...

Sluta här Johan. Det här är bästa slutet. Vackert och evigt och förlösande. En natt som kommer stanna i mitt hjärta livet ut. Och du berättar den så magiskt också. Gud, jag blir nästan gråtig nu... äsch, det är säkert bara PMS. awww... så fiiint! <3

Ämma sa...

haha det är ju jag där nere i hörnet! x D

Johan sa...

Ämma: Haha, ja på pricken, du borde flytta till New York! :)

fridaswork sa...

nej det var INTE pms!

Nu lyssnade jag på låten, Johan. och började lyckogråta. ÅH. :')

Finaste finaste finaste natten!

Finaste vännen!

Bästa minnet! <3