1. pants Reiz dzīvoja kāds puisis – Dullais Dauka, Saukts par dullu, jo domāja ārpus lauka, Citi mēģināja šīs domas padzīt, Un atpakaļ ikdienā to kā naglas sadzīt. Bet Dauka bija citāds, tam nemitīgi likās – Kā nokļūt tur, kur saule ar jūru tikās? Tam nešķita kā citiem, ka katram ir(a) gana, A jautājumu vienu – kur karote mana? Piedz. Dullais Dauka jaunu horizontu atklāj (viņš atklāj) Kamēr citi baidās un saka, lai stāj (lai stāj) 2x 2....
On and on all my mornings stay the same A cup of tea gently warming up my hands The day goes by slowly as it always does I could pretend I’m still the same though I am not It’s not the way I do my hair or what I wear You couldn’t tell but in my eyes, there is a spark Lights up the dark, wasn’t there before I’m so much more But if you ask the mirror couldn’t tell You came on tiptoe, tiptoe And snuck into my heart On tiptoe, tiptoe On tiptoe, so slow And snuck into my heart On tiptoe, so slow And snuck into my heart On tiptoe Just a day like any other wakin’ up at 6 AM I’m out the door before you’re up More of the same, the beat, it never seems to change Unlike today you’ve got me wishing I could stay You came on tiptoe, tiptoe And snuck into my heart On tiptoe, tiptoe On tiptoe, so slow, on tiptoe And snuck into my heart On tiptoe, so slow And snuck into my heart I never knew I was hiding Until you came and found me Never knew I was hiding Never knew I was hiding You snuck in, snuck into my heart On tiptoe, oh, so slow You snuck in, snuck into my heart You snuck in, oh, you snuck in on tiptoe On tiptoe