you ask me if I believe that there's a chance that this will consist
but it isn't what is being said that it depends on but the thought
Do you think that he who is blind doesn't see anything, and if he see a little
do you think he sees only black and white, or do you think that he actually sees the
colour
It feels like everything I've done is missing a soul
and the thought that I've had only gets beaten to death
by a new and a thousand bigger idea which wants purpose
There's water to my knees, in my boat there's a hole, I put my wooden leg(?) in
We have to row with every paddle, there's no time for dawdlery
Put on a tie, put on a hat(?), put up dirty tricks and do it with all your heart
smother with black, smother with white and with dim
so that we get a shiny machinery
sit down in the middle and take a sip, and so we take our paddles
and then we row our way to heaven in my whiskey-boat 'til it's morning
And you see when we get there. The waves turns, and we spot land
The machine is on, all we gotta do now
is keeping the machine going
It feels like everything I've done is missing a soul
and the thought that I've had only gets beaten to death
by a new and a thousand bigger idea which wants purpose
There's water to my knees, in my boat there's a hole, I put my wooden leg(?) in
We have to row with every paddle, there's no time for dawdlery
Put on a tie, put on a hat(?), put up dirty tricks and do it with all your heart
smother with black, smother with white and with dim
so that we get a shiny machinery
Thank God, 'cause I don't look at it that way
I've got 50 men who sees good, you don't see the bottom
machinery roughly translated
you ask me if I believe that there's a chance that this will consist but it isn't what is being said that it depends on but the thought
Do you think that he who is blind doesn't see anything, and if he see a little do you think he sees only black and white, or do you think that he actually sees the colour
It feels like everything I've done is missing a soul and the thought that I've had only gets beaten to death by a new and a thousand bigger idea which wants purpose
There's water to my knees, in my boat there's a hole, I put my wooden leg(?) in We have to row with every paddle, there's no time for dawdlery Put on a tie, put on a hat(?), put up dirty tricks and do it with all your heart smother with black, smother with white and with dim so that we get a shiny machinery
sit down in the middle and take a sip, and so we take our paddles and then we row our way to heaven in my whiskey-boat 'til it's morning
And you see when we get there. The waves turns, and we spot land The machine is on, all we gotta do now is keeping the machine going
It feels like everything I've done is missing a soul and the thought that I've had only gets beaten to death by a new and a thousand bigger idea which wants purpose
There's water to my knees, in my boat there's a hole, I put my wooden leg(?) in We have to row with every paddle, there's no time for dawdlery Put on a tie, put on a hat(?), put up dirty tricks and do it with all your heart smother with black, smother with white and with dim so that we get a shiny machinery
Thank God, 'cause I don't look at it that way I've got 50 men who sees good, you don't see the bottom