Arrack Shack

Lets ride to the end of the road
On this stormy day
To the last arrack shop
On the side of the evening
Where the earth meets the rain clouds
Where the tree tops rise above our ego
And the last civilization is miles ago
Waiting for the impending storm
The night knows no end
Like an eventful balkan legend
In this lamp-lit shack
In this old mud house
Theres always food waiting for you
Theres a storm brewing for you
The arrack thats served
Loving virgin liquor
Takes you for a ride
Watery creatures' mating calls
Snakes lurk in the thickets
Amidst crying crickets
Insects surround a lamp fire
The pregnant fields calling
Lets hide in these dark clouds
Sleep in this green watery womb
Dance to a village tune
To a local folk rune

Valley of Pleasure

Valley of pleasure
Where we're kids once again
A touch of love awaits
Loving caring touch

Oblivious to the mountains that surround
Valley lies in playful unknowing
The mountains that made us
Mountains that made the valley

Out there on the horizon
There are just peaks
Down here it's
Peaceful immortal love

The valley beckons you
Mother valley beckons you