Go Sox.
Last night was the big dance festival inside the stadium. It was great, and there were tons of kids who danced very, very well. However, right beforehand, Jonas, Justinas, and I bought these little paper crowns (for the karūnavimo šventė, of course), and caused a stir. Never in my life have I had a bigger chick magnet involved with my head. Girls were running up to us, begging us to give them the crowns. Even cops stopped us to ask where they could get some for themselves (I suppose they saw the effect the crowns were having on the ladies). So, leaving the stadium and going towards the new bridge that they were dedicating, a literal busful (as they afterward all ascended into and filled a bus) of teenaged girls started following us three, asking us please for the crowns. So, we said we’d give them, but only if they came to party with us until seven. The rest should be rendered as it was said:
Girls: Iki septynių tiktai? Ne–iki dešimtos baliavosime! (Until seven only? No–we’ll party until 10!)
Me: Dešimtos? Negaliu… Per senas aš taip vėlai baliavoti. (10? I can’t… I’m too old to party that late)
Girls: Nu ką, tu ne senas… (You’re not old…)
Jonas: Bus blogai… bus blogai… (it’ll be bad, it’ll be bad)
Me: Ne, Jonai, oi negerai. Oi negerai. (No, Jonai. It’s bad, it’s bad.)
Girls: Oi negerai, oi negerai (It’s bad, it’s bad)
Kad buvai į saulutę panaši (that you resembled the sun)
Oi negerai, oi negerai (it’s bad, it’s bad)
Mum 16 o tau 36 (we’re 16 and you’re 36)
I love this country.
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