It is the 16th century. From all over Europe great ships sale west to conquer the new world, the Americas. These men eager to seek their fortune, to find new adventures in new lands. They long to cross uncharted seas and discover unknown countries. To find secret gold on a mountain trail high in the Andes. They dream of following the path of the setting sun that leads to Elderado, and the Mysterious Cities Of Gold.
Children of the Sun,
See your time has just begun,
Searching for your way
Thru Adventures every day
Every day and night
With the condor in flight
With all your friends in tow
We search for the Cities of Gold
Chorus:
Ahhhh-ah-ah-ah
Wishing for the Cities of Go-old
Ahhh-ah-ah-ah
Someday we will find
The Cities of Gold
Doo doo doo do doo
Ahh-ah-ah
Doo doo doo do doo
Cities of Gold
Children of the Sun
Someday soon you're gonna find
That your destiny
Holds the secret, holds the key
Chorus:
Ahhhh-ah-ah-ah
Wishing for the Cities of Go-old
Ahhh-ah-ah-ah
Someday we will find
The Cities of Go-oo-oo-old!
Doo doo doo do doo
Ahh-ah-ah
Doo doo doo do doo
Cities of Gold
Doo doo doo do doo
Cities of Gold
Ahhh-ah-ah-ah
Someday we will find
The Cities of Go-oo-oo-old!
Hozzah! For some reason I wandered round to day singing the above song over and over and over and over and over and over and over.much to the annoyance of my English speaking colleagues and to the general bemusement of all the Swedes
Today it snowed. And I was happy.
Then it stopped and I was sad.
Then it snowed again and I was happy.
Then it stopped and I got bored and made a tuna fish salad sandwich.
It's not snowing now.
I've just taken all the recycling to the recycling dooberry and its fr-r-r-r-r-r-eeeeeezing but not snowing.
All I want is about six inches (Fnarr fnarr) so my fiends can have a good time when the come over on the weekend!
Guess I need to decide what I'm going to do with themAll day binge drinking, while a British speciality, is a tad on the expensive side in Sweden
Probably take them to the ICE bar
Then maybe Skansen
Then a few posh bars
And home in time for tea and lashing of Ginger beeror spendrups!
Right, I'm off to try and learn some more of this kerazy language!
Luvin ya all!
qwerty:
no binge drinking? That's sick!