All We Do
How high is the light above
Is everybody thinking 'bout a thing called love
My, my there's a light ahead
Is everybody waiting 'till the thing turns red
Hey, hey we've a while to go
Is everybody ready 'cause the thing must roll
My life ain't no ball and chain
it's a summer of forgiveness
And the fall of pain
and the money's O.K.
and the money's O.K.
Hey, hey you and I agree
They burned our rivers
And they burned our trees
My, my we've a while to go
Is everybody willing 'cause the thing must roll
My life ain't no ball and chain
it's a summer for existence and the fall again
My life ain't no given up
It's a never ending story 'bout a thing called love
and the money's O.K.
and the money's O.K.
Did you ever wonder in your life, What then?
Were you ever hit by lightning twice or ten times thinking
All we do is live and die
If all we do is life and die
Then tell me about the birds that fly
Tell me about the summer rain
And evenings whispering your name
If all we did is die and live
Will springtime be there to forgive
Son of laughter, son of pain
Somewhere over bows of rain
I loved you more - more than anything
I loved you more - than the driving rain
I loved you more - more than words can say
If all we did is life and die
Then tell me about the birds up high
Tell me about the summer rain
And evenings whispering your secret name
If all we did is die and live
Will springtime be there to forgive
Son of laughter, son of pain
Somewhere over bows of rain
I loved you more - more than anything
I loved you more - than the driving rain
I loved you more - more than words can say
Did you ever wonder in your life, What then?
Were you ever hit by lightning twice or ten times thinking
All we do is live and die
Do baru wchodzi facet i zamawia setke. Z kieszeni wyciaga naparstek, odlewa do niego troche, z drugiej kieszeni wyciaga malego, kilkunastocentymetrowego ludzika, stawia go na barze i daje mu naparstek. Barman na to patrzy ze zdziwieniem:
- Panie, skad pan takiego krasnala wytrzasnal?
- Wie pan, bylismy razem w Afryce... Idziemy tam przez las i widzimy jak tubylcy tancza dookola ogniska, a w srodku taki w pioropuszu wywija grzechotkami. I jak ty mu Wacus wtedy powiedziales? ?e on jest dupa, a nie czarownik?
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