And every Friday night, even when times were bad- Every Friday night, like clockwork, down those stairs of the Harmonia Gardens we came, Ephraim and I.
Og öll föstudagskvöld, jafnvel ūegar hart var í ári, öll föstudagskvöld, ūađ brást aldrei, ūá fķrum viđ í Harmonia Gardens, Ephraim og ég.