Whatever the wind says…
With coffee something always comes, that’s what I say; so then let’s start.
Since I was born everyone noticed that I wouldn’t be someone important; why? You ask hmm, because the doctor throw me by accident that’s why “now he’s cursed they said”, not ‘cause the damage or something like that, is just from where I come that is a baaaad omen, so you can figure out that throwing babes by accident is a common thing back there, yes it was; I really don’t know why was that a normal thing; I left that weird city long ago, and the only thing I remember about that is the throwing baby thing, and its only because in my birth act there’s a part that says "Fell at birth: Yes [X] No [ ] " but that’s not why I’m here, I’m here to tell u a story, a wonderful story like those u heard from your grand-grand-grandpa’ when u were young…
Well it goes like this… once upon a time in a west country, in a small forgotten village, there was a farmer, he wasn’t rich, or he was? Ok lets suppose that he wasn’t rich, but he worked hard, so hard that sometimes he said “oh yeah this is hard working” and he worked hard after saying that, he had two kids, one girl, eleven dogs, seven ducks, twelve chickens, ten pigs, twenty-two sheeps, three vocals, five pair of pants four cows twenty-nine frogs, five pairs of shoes, like eighty pencils, a couple of flies, and an adorable wife…maybe he was rich after all, what do you think; oh, wait is tea time, want some? Come on, come in; yes I got some cheese, maybe some bread? Oh yeah the story…
Is not for the money they say, I say they lie, they lie like everyone else, but you know? chill leave the body rest and come again.
With coffee something always comes, that’s what I say; so then let’s start.
Since I was born everyone noticed that I wouldn’t be someone important; why? You ask hmm, because the doctor throw me by accident that’s why “now he’s cursed they said”, not ‘cause the damage or something like that, is just from where I come that is a baaaad omen, so you can figure out that throwing babes by accident is a common thing back there, yes it was; I really don’t know why was that a normal thing; I left that weird city long ago, and the only thing I remember about that is the throwing baby thing, and its only because in my birth act there’s a part that says "Fell at birth: Yes [X] No [ ] " but that’s not why I’m here, I’m here to tell u a story, a wonderful story like those u heard from your grand-grand-grandpa’ when u were young…
Well it goes like this… once upon a time in a west country, in a small forgotten village, there was a farmer, he wasn’t rich, or he was? Ok lets suppose that he wasn’t rich, but he worked hard, so hard that sometimes he said “oh yeah this is hard working” and he worked hard after saying that, he had two kids, one girl, eleven dogs, seven ducks, twelve chickens, ten pigs, twenty-two sheeps, three vocals, five pair of pants four cows twenty-nine frogs, five pairs of shoes, like eighty pencils, a couple of flies, and an adorable wife…maybe he was rich after all, what do you think; oh, wait is tea time, want some? Come on, come in; yes I got some cheese, maybe some bread? Oh yeah the story…
Is not for the money they say, I say they lie, they lie like everyone else, but you know? chill leave the body rest and come again.
