Today I woke up with the cocks in the morning And the pale sun told me that ready for burning I have drunk the water I went out to the porch I just wanna to smoke a little cheek of birch I getting energy from the earth, it’s not heresy Planet is alive, everyone can have own piece of it
Governments of countries looking at the universe They wanna to explore it having no so much purse They can’t notice the truth, they can’t notice the right Everything we need is under us, under ground
Oh this birch sheets smell lead me to ecstasy And this is everything I can call my property Everything I need for good mood is sheets of birch I’ve got everything; I’ve got nothing to search
You can call me junkie; you can call me crazy sick When you’ll be under my porch you’ll’ve died by a brick
Everything we want is going from below Everything we need is there And this is truth… I swear you this is true I don’t know why but I thing so