Those who work but don't earn
To transmit what I want, to transmit what I want
What I want to do, not work but transmit
Those who earn and don't work
Seeing the woman
Wish these idiots would leave me the space
Dressed like I had been, seeing the woman
But I am worried about the health risks
Transmit to all of you is what I wanna do
A good fair distance, bringing my presents
With the falling leaves
With her bandaged face, she was mystery
What I want to do, not work but transmit
(Finally, eyes familiar)
She could be my friend and the jealous end
To bear my homage, to his prickly face
We want peace of the senses
(Thus fallen, I turned around)
She was mystery of the fallen rain
To transmit what I want, to transmit what I want
Love befall from the apple tree, energy creates energy
I have thought about being nature's [Incomprehensible]
Transmit to all of you is what I wanna do
To transmit what I want, to transmit what I want
