Water, wine and blood …
Water is streaming in our body…
Blood is pain …
Wine when we drink it its streaming trough our vain …
Water in a bath …
Water is every wear …
Water we share …
Water is luck …
Water is a living-place for a duck …
Water is good …
Understood? …
Wine is great!…
Wine is hate!…
Wine we drink of pleasure…
Wine we drink with neat behaviour…
Wine is alcohol…
Wine is sometimes, when you drink to much, a torture…
Wine we drink, wine we drink till we die…
So someone makes someone cry…
At least that is how I see it…
But dont get me wrong…
Because I love alcohol…
When we are drunk…
Lets make a song!…
Blood is losing love…
Blood you lose when you fall…
Blood you lose when you do a donation…
Blood does sometimes have a destination…
Bleeding blood for each other, only for love…
On the top of the mountain we sing a song like this:
Water is luck! Wine is hate, though I’m boxing in a crate!…
Somebody Dies…Everybody cries!…
Than we lose some blood!
This whas my song …
I hope you didnt get me wrong …
But I love wine and I hate water …
Fuck the duck he doesnt need any water…
Blood is red and pure as well…
Now I’m quiting this rime and poem of:…
Water, wine and blood.