Riding women
The woman was riding a pale horse,
her communication was like the one of Morse,
crusading desperately to her beloved one,
she’s riding the whole month.
Oh God, give her the chance
to freely ride without a fence
to her favorite darling
to avoid her love to be starving.
Whiskey and flowers
Fresh whiskey in a jar,
please bring me to the bar,
where flowers grow,
I would like to look at this show.
So nicely with my mind wide
and as often as you can for me,
bring me morning tea
from my grandma
and a tie from my grandpa.
I love everything,
because not every time I think,
only joy of the day,
God please let me stay!