Grateful Dead - Sunrise
Tekst :
Gazing at the fire, burning by the water
Before he speaks the world around us quiets.
With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire
He clears the air and cuts it with a feather.
Many in a circle slowly round the fire
When he is gone I want to know him better.
No one is forsaken, no one is a liar,
He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water.
He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns,
We are singing and playing, I hear what he s saying.
I remember breezes from winds inside your body
keep me high, like I told you, I ll sing to them this story and know why.
Inne utwory
Gloria Attics of my life Desolation row Good morning, little schoolgirl All over now I hear a voice calling Push comes to shove Bondi Pier Easy wind Cats under the stars Rosemary All along the watchtower They love each other Saint of circumstance Swing low sweet chariot I believe Losowe utwory
Halo, dobry, znów się spotykamy
czymś kurwa prawdziwym w was uderzamy
trzej wściekli emce z zielonej doliny
Poznań OWA Yo! Sukinsyny
Coś zapalimy ce de zapuścimy
Tak my tu kurwa się dzisiaj bawimy
Bez odrobiny pozy rozumiesz
Nic nie rozumiesz a pizdę trujesz...
Its such a shame, that my girl, she was stayin’
givin me anythin and everythin.
She don’t know, the kinda man, that I am does she really give a damn?
Cos she don’t treat me like you ,
always out,
im the last thing on...
Run and fight to kill the enemy
Up your blades and trust your king!
Rage and anger, war and hate,
Victims of evil.
Hidden there is lying our destiny so
Show no mercy and taste their blood!
Storming violence fills your brains
We are the last hope.
Lord of...
Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne
the mirror was a window she sat by alone.
All around the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue.
She came dead and she went, and at last went away, the garden was sealed when the
flowers decayed.
On the wall of the garden a...
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide.
Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma, her blood.
Tangled she got halfway.
Sticky and powdered with dirt from...