اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Won't count the things I've tasted,
How far I've been wasted,
Seeking my own self.
Acid flowing in the wind
Cross the wild blue lake.
What will a man do
How much will he stake-What will he take
To know what's true?
Acid flowing in the wind
Thru the tall knowing pine-I bend to it's glory.
Yes, far from my weary city story.
I kneel weeping and yessing
To an all knowing shrine:
This aged tree-eternal design
And know this once I too am free-
And I cry in godlike high:
We were young you and I
And mountain summer rain,
Thru green willing branches,
Whispers gentle upon my face...
Whispers: "Forget the race-
Life itself is the only grace."
Acid flowing in the wind
Cross the blue lake.
Acid...Acid...Acid...in the wind.
