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