Some lyrics of mine

Song

Pure Love

Pratt is awake early in the morning. It's raining today, the drops patter on the roof. Then an idea comes to him. He wants bread. We should thank him for that. Having bread is a necessity.

The idea of it is already in the air. But Pratt doesn't come out of his crypt. His back hurts, his shoulder aches, That didn't delight any of us. What a treat a buttered bread would be now.

We are looking forward to that now. Our will is shattered, Pratt is not yet in his senses. It's impossible to think of anything else. We try to direct his mind to it, We didn't succeed right away, but at least he struggled with himself.

Then he howls and screams, ai ai ai, When will this misery be over? He still doesn't get out of bed, But this hunger is the full deal.

None of us wants to mimic the baker, We wouldn't bake such good bread ourselves. It takes knowledge for such things, You can't do everything yourself.

So we continue to ride this wave. Our stomach already has a dent. At some point Pratt gets up anyway. He accepts all this now.

Now we are looking for the money, We only have pennies to get. So we ordered him to do it and he simply stole the bread for us.