Текст песни Крематорий - Jeff - Белая кровь

I would build a house
I would become big
I played to whistle the wind of all the gods
If not jeff
If not white blood

There, under the southern cross
Where heat and winter
Free rider in your sweet dreams
I would be
If not jeff
If not white blood

Here in this mud
Here, under this dim moon
There is no star in darkness, no rest in dreams
Nor love in the soul
Only jeff
Only white blood