White Widow - Chinatown Tale
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I'm running down the street, China.
From Beijing to Shanghai,
Lots of ling,
Woke up in a club,
Happy New Year?
Not so cool.
Let's go to the Kazakhs,
Here's a stone,
We'll blow it up ourselves,
Wise Lao Tzu,
Here's the Hungarian way,
Everything's smoked up,
I'm exhaling like Louis.

A monk stands,
Looking at us,
He'll crush the slap,
Cleanse my karma,
And tell me something about the Tao,
And how to merge with it.
Wall to the left, wall to the right,
Only a star illuminates the path,
The temples of the gods are shrouded in mystery,
Poverty and splendor, it's all here. Creations of Chinese artists,
Here shadows breathe, dimly growing,
A dark child in a tea garden,
To get a job as a stoker in hell.
Karma cannot overcome you,
Life and death are your domain,
What you have done and accomplished,
Throw into the world only what you want to catch yourself.
Did you annoy your loved ones,
Or were you extremely kind?
In silent space and time,
The knots of our eternity remain,
The law of unearthly justice,
Will end in sleep.
A silkworm crawls along a branch,
A giant panda eats bamboo,
So it was a thousand years ago,
And so it will always be, my friend.