Bill Durst все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The spark in your eye sets my, soul on fire,
Your voice is like a, angel above
The touch of your hand woman, drives me insane,
But baby, I want's to be loved

I'm crazy 'bout every little, thing you do,
I even, cherish your hug
Your kisses so sweet honey they, can't be beat,

Gonna throw away my trouble, throw away my pain,
Throw away the weight of the world and empty out my brain.

And on the spirit’s journey, you never know where you’ll be,
So bring enough sweet medicine to do for you and me.

Then bring me all your cruelty, bring me all your rage,
Bring me all your thoughtlessness, prejudice and hate and I say,

Well the Great Willy Mammoth is larger than life,
As big as a tree and as sharp as a knife.
People would come from miles around,
Just to hear Willy lay his guitar down.

Well he was born in the south where the land is hot,
Pickin’ guitar pickers like a cotton crop.
And the best they is, is the best by far,

I’m walkin’ through this land of pain,
Down by the river of tears,
And a storm is raging and a flash of light appears,
I thought I heard an angel calling,
And the clouds began to clear.

I’m movin’ it down to the road within me.
But I don’t know where I’m going,