Ja man kaut kas patīk, tad tas ir mans; Ja es pirmā kaut ko ieraugu, tad tas ir mans; Ja kaut kas ticis manos nagos, tad tas ir mans; ja kaut kas izskatās kā mans, tad tas ir mans.
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay My horse is a shackled old man His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey the skes, right before right before they went gray my horse and my remorse flying over a great bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay My source is the source of all creation Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey The skies, right before Right before they go gray My source, and my remorse Flying over a great bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
My horse is a shackled old man
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey
the skes, right before
right before they went gray
my horse and my remorse
flying over a great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
My source is the source of all creation
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before
Right before they go gray
My source, and my remorse
Flying over a great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay