#hooja

Jere: These guys speak Finnish too, actually. Juho: Right, so, you guys can speak some Finnish? Mårdis: Yeah. Smell and taste. One big ghost. Yes? Juho: Yeah, yeah, right. Exactly. True! Mårdis: (Neither/nor?) Hooja: No(t) thinking. Juho: Yep. It doesn’t always hit the mark, but everyone still tries to understand each other. Jere: Exactly. Juho: Right, Hooja? Mårdis: Yes. I love your ghost. Hooja? Hooja: No niin. Jere: What about Häärijä? Häärijä: *Shaking his head* Juho: So, did you guys know each other before this music thing? Or how did it go? Jere: About a year ago, we started messaging on Instagram, and then the guys came to Sipoo. Hooja: Mm. Good. Mårdis: Food, big pike, this good morning. Jere: Yeah, right, exactly, good morning. We were there and made a song. Mårdis: Yeah, maybe. Jere: Maybe. The song was born through "maybe". Juho: Hooja, how would you describe this song? Mårdis: Sit and jump. Maybe. Juho: Yeah. Jere: (They are) really nice guys. Hooja: (Yeah.) Mårdis: Little dog. Juho: Mm yeah. And Finland is still better at hockey, right? Mårdis: Yeah. Juho: Yes. Juho and Jere both start laughing Juho: Hooja, do you have any final words for the Finnish people? Mårdis: Yeah, hammer. Boom boom boom boom. Juho and Jere start laughing again