Nújćja - ţá er hann Ray Charles blessađur farinn yfir móđuna miklu. Ţessi snillingur sem reis upp úr sárri fátćkt, blindur og munađarlaus, og varđ einn dáđasti tónlistarmađur vorra daga.

Nú getur Elvis hćtt ađ syngja karókí - ţví Ray er mćttur.

That Lucky Old Sun
Dear Lord above, can't you know I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to Paradise

Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day