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I've got a pairie house, got a house, got a house
and I’ll crouch at the door there
I’ll do my best not to sleep not a wink,
when my thoughts’ll come to meet me
I’ll unsaddle their horses, invite them
and ask them: how was your trip here?
I’ll ask: do you all belong to me,
or to mine foe whom I have within me?

I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam fingers in doorframe, my own yeah
I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam my fingers in doorframe

I’ll await calmly, I won't get whatsoever angry
If among you’re also those hoarse-dark-gloomy
As long as we would pay for gas,
we’ll dwell there, we’ll rustle meals up,
I’ll hug you fondly my dark brothers,
Chasing you away I’d want to cease now

You will speak to me; I’ll hear out what you have to say
Cause to get awake I have to know birth’s date and place

I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam fingers in doorframe, my own yeah
I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam my fingers in doorframe
I won’t sleep, I won’t sleep, I won’t sleep, no

They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, the dark cowboys
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, these scumbags
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, the dark cowboys
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, I’m a bit afraid
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, the dark cowboys
They're riding
with pistols gunful of leady-sh*tty moods in holsters

lao che - czarne kowboje, edited translation

some building in Page, Arizona

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Description

I've got a pairie house, got a house, got a house
and I’ll crouch at the door there
I’ll do my best not to sleep not a wink,
when my thoughts’ll come to meet me
I’ll unsaddle their horses, invite them
and ask them: how was your trip here?
I’ll ask: do you all belong to me,
or to mine foe whom I have within me?

I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam fingers in doorframe, my own yeah
I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam my fingers in doorframe

I’ll await calmly, I won't get whatsoever angry
If among you’re also those hoarse-dark-gloomy
As long as we would pay for gas,
we’ll dwell there, we’ll rustle meals up,
I’ll hug you fondly my dark brothers,
Chasing you away I’d want to cease now

You will speak to me; I’ll hear out what you have to say
Cause to get awake I have to know birth’s date and place

I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam fingers in doorframe, my own yeah
I’ll keep waiting, I won’t sleep
I’ll slam my fingers in doorframe
I won’t sleep, I won’t sleep, I won’t sleep, no

They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, the dark cowboys
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, these scumbags
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, the dark cowboys
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, I’m a bit afraid
They're riding, my little brothers
they're riding, the dark cowboys
They're riding
with pistols gunful of leady-sh*tty moods in holsters

lao che - czarne kowboje, edited translation

some building in Page, Arizona

1 photo, no filter
to: lao che - czarne kowboje