So burn the meat on the wood with the fire of love!
And come up in the morning to Mount Sinai.
Up there you will meet St. Louis’ Apartment with love,
For love and life gathers with the sunshine around me;
And every dawn is like a new life and a blissful day,
But the beautiful signs are always around my bed.
Come to me with the pleasing aroma of love,
For my donkey will not rest like your monkey!
And like the sweet bed of roses to sleep on at last,
For your love is a pleasing aroma around me.
And like the fruit time that we met,But your character trait was very odd to be promoted.
Excellence;Have them awarded to you when it is right,For the teachings from my poems are laid down bare to you.
And like the Federal Studios in the land of your muse.
To the land of cheese,And to the land of the beautiful ones;Lydia my love,Come and share the night with me.
But who is telling them the truth about,‘Thou shall not steal’?
‘White Hills Road’,Your muse is like a kite which has taken me so far away!For your ‘ganja-tea’ took me so high.My life and my leadership came to you,And like the clash of the ideologies around;But i left my nightmare on the street last night.I give thanks to your hot-milk,But i will live up to speak…
