Det enda jag tänker på när jag hör denhär låten är våran klass. Dethär var niornas sista låt i nacka musikklasser.
Dom gjorde det så jävla bra för dom visste att det var sista låten ever. 
Jag kommer ihåg hur dom grät efter, sista låten, sista konserten. Till och med jag grät, dels för att det var bra & tråkigt att se alla gråta, men mest för att detdär är vi om 3 år.
toto - africa

I hear the drums echoing tonight 
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation 
She's coming in, 12:30 flight 
The moonlit wings reflect the stars, 
That guide me towards salvation
 


I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say,
Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you
 










It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never have, oooh
 










The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises as like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside,
Frightened of this thing that I've become
 

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never have, oooh
 
Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you. 

 
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa,
I bless the rains down in Africa, 
I bless the rains down in Africa,
I bless the rains down in Africa, 
I bless the rains down in Africa 


Gonna take some time to do the things we never had, oooh

♥