I am a small horse, but I stand very
And I'm taking my big wagon from there to this shore.
I want to cry, I want to cry
I want to jump, fall and kick
To have friends, or at least one,
But I work like an ox in my cart.
I'll die very early and I know it.
Maybe not in spring, maybe in early summer
I like to listen to songs and campfire smell smoke
But I can't be distracted. I'm carrying cocaine.
I find it hard to bear my burden
I'm a little horse, but I'm worth a lot of money.
And I'm taking my big wagon from there to this shore.
I'm tired. I want to rest.
Eat 10 bags of hay and fall asleep for a long time
I want the birds of passage wedged in a wedge.
But work is more important, behind cocaine
I'm disgusted and it's hard, but you can't hold back
Though hungry, though thirsty
Will we ever burn in Hellfire for this?
But all of this then, and in this moment cocaine
I find it hard to bear my burden
I'm a little horse, but I'm worth a lot of money.
And I'm taking my big wagon from there to this shore.
I am sad and I am shedding tears
When they throw roses at my feet
When people on the streets and in the Windows of apartments
Me encounter and be satisfied with a Banquet on the whole world
Me are happy even small children
I even waving the branches of trees
I am welcomed by all, all as one
I brought them a new world, I brought cocaine.
I find it hard to bear my burden
I'm a little horse, but I'm worth a lot of money.
And I'm taking my big wagon from there to this shore.
Nusiam