've wasted such a long time Been such a long time I've wasted all my fucking time All my life I've waited for a [Incomprehensible] Let's call it love Let's call
I can see night in the day time Into the woods I quietly go It takes all the strength I have in me These are the woods The night of the soul Painful
Fordítás: A Call. A Woods.
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She
Fall into my hands and sleep forever in these ashes of sorrow. Your chains hold me down. Your words keep me bound. Death cries out from these ashes.
number's up. I got a long time for love. Pony up and try and guess my hand, what have I learned from experience? I've got a long time for love. Let's call
the seasons observe the sun and the stars and when you have risen the stones and implored their power that will be the door through which you can call
I (myself) Esteban son of the dark side, illuminated monarch of the abyss (which is) forgotten by the divine light I'm alive. Ancient now inexistent laws
, Inanna, let me feed at your breast let me celebrate the fertile union of the horned god with the pure white goddess. Follow the call of the wood. Follow
I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face and the branches of the trees are crying in the big empty if this night. Step by step along the shadow path
Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to
the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbed wire, spread the word Light the bonfire then call the girls
White House lawn Tiger Woods times Jesse James equals Pitbull all night long Pick up Barack and Michelle, let 'em know that it's on Pa' fuera, pa' la calle
, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call
Talk to ?em It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something Ok, woo They call
MJG the realest the truth the definition Just call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin' I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood I got the key to the city, the streets is all good My leather is all wood
and quarter ounce will get yo ass in Mayonnaise whip, cottage cheese seats Marshmallow rims, yeah, dat bitch a beast White Camaro, black stripes call it Tiger Woods
