Текст песни Kilgore Smudge - Middleway
Kilgore Smudge - Middleway слова песни
You see the body is the Buddhi treeThe mind a clear mirror of meStrive to clean so as to seeAnd not let the dust gather to beOh CharioteerWhat is here?You see the sick, old, dying and wisdomFor the Fourth I`d give all my kingdomThere`s got to be a way.Will I die, will I cryWill I suffer, what words shall I pick to say?Will I love, will I hateIn between there`s got to be a wayWill I grow old, shall I break the moldAnd follow the Buddha?Am I wrong?The coin toss always ends up SunyataI`m sick of all your religionThat`s not infinite wisdomMaybe here in material needsI`ll find the answer to my dreamsOh CharioteerWhat is here?Maybe here in this mountain streamI`ll find the answers to my dreamsYeah.There`s got to be a wayWill I die, will I cryWill I suffer, what words shall I pick to say?Will I love, will I hateIn between there`s got to be a wayWill I grow old, shall I break the moldAnd follow the Buddha?Am I wrong?The coin toss always ends up Sunyata