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.
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The man left and we were beginning to feel a bit drowsy, it was really late. Or early.
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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?
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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:
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
haha det är ju jag där nere i hörnet! x D
Ämma: Haha, ja på pricken, du borde flytta till New York! :)
nej det var INTE pms!
Nu lyssnade jag på låten, Johan. och började lyckogråta. ÅH. :')
Finaste finaste finaste natten!
Finaste vännen!
Bästa minnet! <3
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