Rīt . . . .
Ha, hā! Rīt lidojam uz Stoholmu un piektdienas rītā esam Rīgā :))) Radio skan Train Drops Of Jupiter . . . hmmm tas man atgādina New York, New York nights . . . kā viņu bundzinieks dzēra viskiju ar ledu un bungāja ar karotēm pa bāra leti :))) . . . .

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey