Riding women & Whiskey and flowers

Dvě nové anglické co jsem napsal, jedna o ženě, co jede za svým milým a další je o posedávání v baru.

Riding women

The woman was riding a pale horse,

her communication was like the one of Morse,

crusading desperately to her beloved one,

she’s riding the whole month.

Oh God, give her the chance

to freely ride without a fence

to her favorite darling

to avoid her love to be starving.

Whiskey and flowers

Fresh whiskey in a jar,

please bring me to the bar,

where flowers grow,

I would like to look at this show.

So nicely with my mind wide

and as often as you can for me,

bring me morning tea

from my grandma

and a tie from my grandpa.

I love everything,

because not every time I think,

only joy of the day,

God please let me stay!