Вступление
easy shit.
Busy Bee
From the first breath of sunlight,
I could hear songs from the trees.
All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me.
But when I sang along, they all changed their harmonies
with hymns of persuasion, I was blown away with the leaves,
and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead.
I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.
And I'll go until these bones don't go.
If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest.
Light will pour and rain on down as a song tied to her breath.
And in her words I could see a thoughtful line,
if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime
that I've perpetrated, and I'm who it's against.
Living life in constant motion
is the only way I'll be content.
And I'll go until this body doesn’t go.