Circle within circle Towards the warm heart of the earth Circle within circle Falling Falling inside my wideness I opened wide the doors of the underworld
Tulkojums: Opera IX. Muscaria.
: Circle within circle Towards the warm heart of the earth Circle within circle Falling Falling inside my wideness I opened wide the doors of the underworld
And so another journey has come to an end Another moment passed that will not, will not, come again Resting in the shade of oak, so it has always been
You stood there thinkin' you were all that and I did too You took too long to step to me, so I just step to you We talked all night about all that you
Take the jib sail down boys take the jib sail down Turn this ship around boys before we run aground The fish aren't bitin' today boys fish aren't bitin
Lovesick on a sunny afternoon You are tired of staying in You are waiting for the time Mayfly, woken up when skys are clear I don't mind you coming near
Never bite a married woman on the thigh oh my Cause she just can't rub it off no matter how she'll try And when she gets home at night her man will ask
Chicken in the bread pan Peckin' out dough Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no Circulate and promenade And take that lady home
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Catch you later, baby, I've got to split I've got a habit I just can't quit Catch you later, baby, I gotta split I've
Hey Meister warum strapazierst du dich am Morgen schon ? Und warum streikt der Bauarbeiter um mehr Arbeitslohn ? Und warum schreit der Auktionator immer
I have no interest in self-preservation, emptiness is like an old friend. I have no motive or any inclination, of doing anything for any one again. I'
The fly of May It lives one day When that day is done MayFly does not complain It flies into the setting sun It goes back to the place from which it
Drop me off here love, see you tomorrow Smell like a raindrop and look like a girl I'll cover the bug bites, watch for your headlights We?ll give the
Infidel baby Oh my heathen child Baghdad's still ten leagues away I go on undefiled Wrap yourself in frankincense Wrap yourself in rags In the crowded
There's a suicidal Taliban for talent on the cusp Egyptian musk, Egyptian musk When the village came with fire, you were hiding on the right We knew you
As I walked over North Botley copse I saw a fine lady ghost across the tops With a ring on her finger and the wings on her toes She can have music wherever
Everything's complete, the newly wed syndrome The mayfly hit the street, everybody in plus Burnt out as can be, watching you go home It's crystal clear
